[ what better way to get a high vantage point over the place where charlie was found dead than to go up to the lighthouse observatory?
as zhongli ascends the steps, he pauses when he notices that there's someone else there - his grip flexes on his polearm, more tightly held than it has been the entire rest of the week - before it relaxes, just so, upon seeing that it's taair rather than someone else. ]
Taair, my friend. You're alright. [ physically, at least. there's a touch of quiet relief, behind the furrow of his brow and the tightness in his jaw. ]
[ taair's out here indeed! he's leaning on the railing of the lighthouse, looking out at the water and the beach below - so completely lost in thought he didn't even realize zhongli came until he said something.
he looks back, and manages a soft, half smile even in the circumstances. ]
...yes. [ yes, he's alright. ] Though I wish that I could say the same for all of our dear friends.
I'm struggling to wrap my head around the events that could have occurred.
[ a sigh through his nose is his only answer, at first, as he comes to stand close to him. his eyes scan across the horizon, before sweeping down, down, trying to get a look at the beach for anything they must have missed. ]
... as do I. As am I. [ with a deep breath to follow his sigh. ] Even starting at the beginning, I don't recall how we fell asleep. How could we have slept through anything happening on the beach?
Between the strange walls and the sleep, I'm beginning to think it was some sort of spell.
[ but their magic is inaccessible, so... from where. ] And... if anything happened, should we not have awoken to it first thing? The beach is pristine, too.
I was considering the same. Barriers are not unfamiliar to me, even unseen ones, but it takes quite a bit to render nearly forty people unconscious after trapping them where they stood.
[ so. is it a heavenly power in place? or something else? ] Mm, I'd hoped to perhaps see if there was something missed from here. But I see that it's the same as before we even found ourselves trapped.
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as zhongli ascends the steps, he pauses when he notices that there's someone else there - his grip flexes on his polearm, more tightly held than it has been the entire rest of the week - before it relaxes, just so, upon seeing that it's taair rather than someone else. ]
Taair, my friend. You're alright. [ physically, at least. there's a touch of quiet relief, behind the furrow of his brow and the tightness in his jaw. ]
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he looks back, and manages a soft, half smile even in the circumstances. ]
...yes. [ yes, he's alright. ] Though I wish that I could say the same for all of our dear friends.
I'm struggling to wrap my head around the events that could have occurred.
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... as do I. As am I. [ with a deep breath to follow his sigh. ] Even starting at the beginning, I don't recall how we fell asleep. How could we have slept through anything happening on the beach?
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[ but their magic is inaccessible, so... from where. ] And... if anything happened, should we not have awoken to it first thing? The beach is pristine, too.
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[ so. is it a heavenly power in place? or something else? ] Mm, I'd hoped to perhaps see if there was something missed from here. But I see that it's the same as before we even found ourselves trapped.