Their journey led to Mondstadt’s borders, weaving back through familiar winds. They visited Dawn Winery, where Diluc eyed Varka with respect, sharing wine and tales. But private moments grew—strolls through Windrise, where Vanessa’s tree whispered legends.

  One night under the stars, Varka and Nicole sat atop a cliff. “Ever wonder about love in the old stories?” Varka mused. “Gods and mortals—always ends in tragedy.”

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  Tragedy? Not always. But yes, angels fell for humans, becoming Seelies to wander eternally. A price for passion.

  “Sound romantic, in a sad way. But I’d fight any god for what’s right.”

  Would you? Bold words, Knight of Boreas.

  Their hands brushed, sending sparks. Nicole teased, Careful, Varka. Winds might carry us away.

  He chuckled awkwardly. “Maybe that’s not so bad.”

  The moment heated, their awkwardness melting into a tentative embrace, lips nearly meeting in the moonlight—spicy tension building, but slow, unspoken.