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Dragonspine’s hostile environment shunned many adventurers away. Even though some were still persistent to venture deeper, they never really managed to bravely pass the foot of the mountain. Many tales originate from this place, stories and promises of ruins and treasures alike. How its snow differs from any, how it never melts and would stay intact for a very long period of time.
With howling wind and unforgiving snow storms, the mountain itself is a deserted place littered with impurities and monsters. It is easy to understand why many were lured yet chose to observe from a distance.
“Camp in Dragonspine?” Jean asks, obviously perplexed by the weird request. “Is the lab given to you here not enough?”
Albedo shook his head, mind calculating the words to say. “It is sufficient enough, my reason for this request lies on personal matters that I do not wish to speak of yet. However, if my request appears to be of any trouble I will understand.”
Jean read the letter again, it was formally and professionally done that it was almost like an official matter.
“Albedo,” she called carefully. “You are aware of the rumors circulating about Dragonspine’s unfriendly environment are you not?”
At that, Albedo’s demeanor seems to lighten up by little.
“If you are worried about my safety, I can only give you my word that I am not so helpless in a fight,” he replied. “As for your point.. it is precisely the reason I wanted to set up my camp in the mountain. To study it in its natural element.”
“And your duty as a knight?”
Albedo seems to think a little with how a frown formed on his forehead that was instantly gone after. “You do not have to worry about my duty being forgotten, I’m only requesting to have my main camp set up in Dragonspine but I would still go back to the city to perform my duties.”
Jean has a concerned look. “That.. sounds more like a hassle for you. Wouldn’t it be tiring to go back and forth from the mountain and here in Mondstadt?”
Albedo only nodded calmly. “That is a sacrifice I’m willing to make.”
The sound of wood splitting into the fire occupied most of Albedo's evening. Aside from the sound of his hand making quick strokes in his sketchpad. Albedo looked back and forth between his pad and the landscape of Mondstadt. His hand makes a quick but detailed environment before drawing the city itself. He painted the same scenery many times that he can move with its familiarity in strokes, it can be tiring, but for Albedo.. few isn’t many times already. Time and essence certainly gives the same view a different glow, and that for itself, is already worth painting for.
Albedo originally took the trouble of coming to Starsnatch Cliff with a mission of collecting materials. The wind around Dragonspine is becoming more and more aggressive, the visibility in any other area was not great either, which lead Albedo to a simple conclusion that another snow storm is coming. It could be longer or not, he was not sure but he prefers to be prepared in case it happens.
It was already dark when Albedo realized and simply made peace by camping out until dawn. It would be logical to take shelter in the city but Albedo was not really fond of socializing beyond required moments. Making a trip back to the camp by himself is usually not a problem, but he carries a lot of materials he needs for experiments, one encounter with any monster and he might take another trip back.
And it is not like he was not used to sleeping in strange places. When Albedo was still with his master, they would venture even deeper into the dungeon with little rest in between. His body has gotten used to adjusting quickly within the environment, even the sheer cold of Dragonspine is becoming more bearable for him. It might be it or he was created that way to begin with.
Albedo is a light sleeper so he was not surprised to see the sky still dark when he woke from a nap. He began retracing the path back to the mountain, not really running but moving with almost a sprint on his feet. The snowstorm won’t wait for him to get back to his camp after all and since the weather in Dragonspine has been sporadic lately, every second counts if you don’t want to get trapped or buried in the snow.
Albedo wonders if his calculations were wrong when he reached the adventurer’s camp at the foot of the mountain. Albedo presumes that the sun would’ve been up halfway, but the veil of the night hasn’t lifted yet. Albedo stares at the sky intently. Was my nap too short? Curious, as he calculated that the sun would’ve been rising already before he even reached the entrance near the mountain and yet.. It’s still dark. It is strange.
However, one look above and Albedo charged in the Snow Covered path of Dragonspine. The thick white clouds forming around the highest point and the wind aggressively howling is a telltale sign of the impending snow storm. The trek back to his camp seems arduous in this weather.
He was reaching for a scarlet quartz that a sound reached his ears. When Albedo looked up, it was but just a quick and sharp flashed of gold disappearing from the distance. Albedo's eyes followed the fading fragments of dust above, eyes setting on the subarea northease of the mountain.
Wyrmrest Valley. A meteorite?
Quickly packing his things, Albedo ran hastily towards the supposed location of the falling object.
There was no sign nor sound of a great collision, strange when most part of Dragonspine was uninhabited. Albedo expects at least a frail smoke considering the trajectory of the object, it should make a great impact when it hits the land, especially in a blanket of snow. That’s why the utter silence is baffling him.
Soon, the Valley is starting to become visible. He picked up his pace with ease and with great curiosity.
Just what could it be? By the time he reached the broken bridge just across his camp, Albedo narrowed his eyes for any clues.. although it did not last long when his eyes sight a small crater on the bottom right. Maybe it was his instinct or natural thirst for the unknown that drove him to charge in the scene with a vast anticipation.
The crater it made on the ground is not massive compared to what he was expecting. The sides were covered in smoke, slightly rendering Albedo blind to see what was in the center of it. Albedo made a careful round, observing with wide eyes and holding a breath for anything that could be found.
When the smoke clears out, Albedo could not help but gape at it— no at someone. For a moment he was stupefied at his place, eyes not believing what he was seeing.
At the center is a man surrounded by a golden light lies. His hair rests quietly on his side, gold strands tied into a long braid with two white feathers on the end. A scarf with a palette of white and gold wrapped securely around his neck and shoulder, obscuring half of his face. The fabric of his top cuts midriff, showing a patch of pale skin the cape failed to cover. The rest of his attire has the same accents of dark brown and gold. Just like a fallen star.
The light surrounding the stranger— should he be calling ‘that’ a stranger?— disappeared and the only left was the body of an unconscious man, lying helplessly on the snow. He's pale to almost blend in the purity.
Albedo approached with caution, steps light as ever. The rocks and snow beneath his feet crumble, turning into dust. Albedo stopped momentarily to feel and when he didn’t sense any element that could be sent his way, he continued until he reached the body.
He puffs a breath, kneeling gently.
Albedo feels his heart quicken, pulsing against his ears. He could mistook it for nerves but for this.. he felt an intense thrill and curiosity combined, merging in his head while he still couldn’t wrap up the fact what just transpired before him.
Albedo had tucked in the outlander when the snowstorm hit in full force. He had to make use of his vision to create a solid roof and walls to shield the camp, an avalanche is most likely after the storm and he doesn’t want to bury the outlander under his care. It wouldn’t make a better first impression, that is if he really came from beyond that is.
Outside the wind still sounds hostile. Albedo lit up the two braziers to warm up and lighting the space in the process. Albedo could see the sleeping form of the outlander, resting peacefully on a makeshift bed Albedo had to make using the empty boxes around his lab. It doesn’t look any comfortable and he would draw something better but the limited space refrain him from doing so. And he had to make something more than his coat, it looks like the outlander is shivering from the cold.
Albedo sat across the camp, watching the sleeping face in the lowlight. He hadn’t got a proper chance to see the outlander’s face, but now he can see it clearly: long lashes falling and touching the apple of his cheeks, a pair of pale lips probably from the cold. What catches most of Albedo's eyes are the golden hair— shining, illuminated by the fire. It gives an illusion of a golden hue.. really eye-catching. Albedo didn’t notice when he began sketching but his hand seemed to move on its own, gazing back between his pad and the outlander’s face. He wonders what he would look like once awake.. if his eyes have the same color he gives? Possibly.
It didn’t take a while for Albedo to have a detailed sketch, adding a few more strokes. Yet he’s not satisfied when he looks at it and there’s nothing wrong.. Albedo only feels like it doesn’t quite capture the aura this person holds.
Albedo cannot wait for his guest to wake up but he was not rude to disturb him. His is head brimming, drowning in a sea of questions and an almost dizzying amount of what he could learn. Albedo focused himself on refilling the jars on the shelf, the very reason he went for a short trip.
He was putting his jar of flaming flower when he heard a small thud. Like something soft had fallen off.
Quickly, Albedo turned around just in time the outlander stir, a coat had fallen from his shoulder and lay on the floor. Albedo stopped, watching carefully as if the time around them paused.
The outlander squirmed, letting out soft groans. His eyes flutter, adjusting to the dim light inside the cave. He braced himself then winced before sitting up. Albedo saw the confusion on his face, eyes darting around while a little bit disoriented. The long braided hair whipped on his back, noticing that the tip rested on the bed completely, it was very long. Then their eyes met and Albedo’s breath hitch, exhaling slowly.. blinking at the pair of golden irises staring at him.
For a moment there was only the crackle of firewood burning between them as if caught in a daze and no one wants to break the silence, Albedo would have it stay that way too.
Clearing his throat, Albedo approached slowly, placing both his hands in front as if to come clean and assure that he was harmless. A habit perhaps.
“Hello,” he greeted.
Albedo waited for a response yet none came. He only gets a look and a frown. Understandable, Albedo concluded, it is only a normal response when you wake up in a place you’ve never been before. He wants to alleviate the confusion of the outlander and explain but stops.
The outlander waits in expectation.. The problem is that Albedo doesn’t understand what was said.
“Pardon?”
The outlander spoke again, this time a little slower but Albedo can’t still make sense of the syllables. I supposed, then his eyes widened in a brief realization. Right. He speaks the language of Teyvat while the outlander can’t. Albedo berated himself for forgetting such small yet important details. Communication would be difficult to build, however, it also proves his guest’s unique nature.
The outlander is truly golden as Albedo observes.
He pressed a hand over his left chest and slowly, “Albedo.” he introduced, tapping his heart a few times.
The gesture seems to confuse the outlander for a while before his eyes lit up in recognition. Raising his hand over his chest, mirroring Albedo’s action.
“Aether.”
Albedo gave a small smile. “Nice to meet you Aether.”
Aether said another, probably likewise of some sort. Albedo could feel the eagerness flowing through his veins but he must attend to Aether like a proper host despite their current state. They have a lot of time.
Albedo asked Aether if he was hungry and of course the question was received by a confused tilt of a head before he pointed at the pot, Aether seems to get what he was asking when he nodded. Eyes drifting to the empty pot. Shifting his gaze, Albedo doesn’t want to stare too much as it might cause uneasiness and scare off Aether, there is just something about his presence that naturally demands attention.
Albedo busy himself with cooking.
Albedo's mind is filled with thoughts and plans circulating around one subject: his guest. First, he must establish a communication between them, and that falls naturally on teaching Aether the language of Teyvat. Signs and gestures can only bring them a long way. That also brought Albedo a problem, the books in his camp are not the most suitable for learning, although they have illustrations, they were old. Then the progress will depend on how fast Aether can learn, not aiming to be fluent but so long he could speak, understand and converse with others enough. Albedo once read a research from a scholar that even after living in a nation for at least a year, they still can't understand most of the language.
Should Aether excel in learning more than an average human, Albedo will be glad to know.
Albedo can feel a pair of eyes set on him as he reduces the flame, bringing the stew in a slow boil. The portion of the goulash can feed three people. Albedo has a rather small appetite but decides to put Aether’s into account. They can reheat the stew for later should any of them go hungry.
Albedo blinks when he hears Aether on the side, not understanding what he said while pointing at the pot.
“Are you asking what I cooked?” he still asked, nodding. “It is stew called goulash,”
Aether repeats the words although combining few of them.
“Goulash,”
“Goulash.” Aether repeated slowly, pointing at the food and obviously delighted when Albedo nodded.
Albedo carefully poured a generous amount of stew in a bowl, handing it to Aether. Aether made a noise, hands pushing the stew away as if gesturing— “You wanted me to have it first?” Albedo asked.
Albedo's first instinct was that Aether is still wary of him. Then Aether motion at the bed and his camp while speaking, though Albedo understands nothing from it he just finds it fascinating.
Albedo tried again, “You want me to eat first?” he lifted the food and Aether nodded. “I wonder if this is your way of saying thanks?”
If Aether could, he'll probably say yes but for now he just nodded silently while urging Albedo.
“Understood,” Albedo slightly regretted scooping more meat.
Aether left the makeshift bed, a little wobbly on his legs before he settled close to the fire and pot. Albedo turned to his side, feeling for another bowl and frowning when he didn’t find any. Eyes darting on his table where most of his equipment works and spotting a white porcelain amongst them. Aether looked at him as he stood, grabbing his pad and began sketching a bowl.
Aether peered at him curiously from his seat, eyes widening when Albedo’s hand hovered above the illustration. A white light surface from his palm and a porcelain bowl materialize in the air like a magic. Albedo can hear Aether gasp when he returns to his seat next to him, smiling a little at the plain childlike awe on his face. Aether make excited noises, fingers pointing back and forth.
“If you’re curious I can show you more, but first..” Albedo poured another portion of goulash, generously with meat and vegetables and handed it to Aether carefully. Aether murmured a phrase and Albedo could only guess it means thank you in his own language. “Please help yourself, there’s more.”
Even if Aether doesn't understand what he says, the outlander still eats in delight. Humming and smiling widely at Albedo as he speaks more gibberish (to Albedo at least) but he interprets it as a compliment.
Outside, the snowstorm is still brewing and certainly would last for another few days. They eat in silence, surrounded by the warmth inside Albedo’s camp and ignoring the howls outdoors.
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Experiments rarely slip from Albedo's mind. As goal oriented as Albedo can be, he doesn’t pass up any opportunity to have more privacy away. Aether’s sudden appearance in his camp is beyond Albedo’s abilities to predict, but certainly not unwelcome. He could spare unnecessary experiments on plants and study the outlander instead, it was more than worth it anyway.
Rather than hunched on his table and alchemical potions, Albedo found himself sitting next to Aether and holding a book. Teaching someone the basic words such as ‘thank you’ and ‘hello’ amidst the snowstorm in Dragonspine never crossed Albedo's mind before but here they are.
“Hello.” Aether repeated, rolling the words on his tongue over and over. His pronunciation can still be classified as someone that obviously learned to speak recently but it’s a progress. “Hello.. Albedo,”
Albedo nods and gives what he hopes to be an encouraging smile.
“Hello Aether,” he greeted back.
Exploring could help Aether to learn better and quicker than in a cramped room, unlike venturing outside where he can even learn Mondstadt geography bit by bit while expanding his vocabulary by interacting. Although Albedo isn’t sure about Aether going out already.
Albedo flipped to another blank page and picked up a pen. What else could he teach him? He’s going to make a quick trip to the library once the snowstorm is over.
Albedo feels a nudge on his side and Aether is peering at him curiously. “Ah sorry, I was just thinking.”
Aether shrugs, pointing at his lab equipment across them. “Albedo..”
“Are you curious about those?” he asks, already offering a hand. Aether accepts the invitation in enthusiasm and at the same time a loud howl can be heard outside. It seems to attract Aether’s attention, staring intently at the wall shielding them from the squall. “Do not worry, they won’t break in so easily.”
Aether lingered for a moment before he was guided to the table. His wary look was quickly replaced with awe and wonder, eyeing the beaker containing different liquids of colors. Albedo had to make sure he wouldn't touch anything that easily burns skin.
“I am currently conducting a minor experiment with flaming flower stamen to see how it develops its own intelligence and should it behave in a strange way..” Albedo raises a jar full of flaming flowers. “After being extinguished, their core still emits heat. It is probably due to its ability to.. Ah my apologies,”
Aether blink at him when he stops and waits for a second to pass, fingers pointing at the jar on his hand.
“It’s a flower. Hot flower.”
“Hot.. Hot flower?”
Albedo nodded. “Yes, like fire.” then motion at the burning wood at the center.
Aether’s eyes seem to light up in recognition. “Hot. Fire. Fire flower?”
That is certainly a way to put it.
Aether spent a few hours learning about each of his equipment and memorizing them in record speed. Intrigue, Albedo wants to immediately test just how much Aether remembered. He’s having a hard time with pronunciation but passes so easily identifying which is which.
Albedo crossed out another point in mind.
Perhaps it was the flame of having a more interesting company that overshadowed the reason he stayed in Dragonspine for the remainder of the bad weather. He notified Jean of his leave as soon as he picked up the changes around the mountain, leaving Timaeus and Sucrose their notes about their research and a word that he would look forward to seeing their progress once he came back. The city doesn’t need him all the time and the Knights were aware enough to leave him be, attending to his own.
Albedo missed Aether walking towards the wall where the entrance was supposed to be. It glows dimly, emanating an amber shield. Slim fingers trace along, thoughtful. Aether then turned at Albedo with an expectant look.
Albedo waits when Aether touches his chest. “Geo?”
Albedo felt his vision throb below his neck, grabbing it. “Correct. I made it using my vision.”
Walking, he heard Aether mumbling to himself. “Geo vision.. shield?”
“It is a safety precaution, from the storm to not disturbed my camp and wandering monsters nearby. Calling it a shield makes sense.”
The uproar outside will probably last for several days, Albedo predicted as much. But he wouldn’t be so down when he can use that time to observe Aether in a closed space with no interruption. There is still so much to learn from the outlander, his clothes for example. It is not something Albed had seen before, many merchants and travelers alike pass Mondstadt but none stood out like Aether, they just blend in.
Albedo had been wanting to ask: he vividly remembered several parts of Aether’s clothes glow in white but now they’re black, like a blank slate. His earring, the orb on his chest palate and the once gold clip hanging at the end of his cape. Yet Aether’s outfit is still heavily accented with gold, white and dark brown. And for all his theories, Aether hailing outside Teyvat while not impossible, Albedo still wants a confirmation.
Waiting, Albedo is good at that.
“Aether, do you remember where we are?” he test.
Aether opens his mouth and closes, his eyebrows forming a thoughtful frown. “Dragon—” he whispered softly, musing to himself. “Dragonspine.”
Albedo nods, “Good. Would you like to help me cook dinner? The temperature wouldn’t be so merciful for the upcoming days.” he ushered Aether away from the entrance.
“Yes.” Aether replied, Albedo isn’t sure he understands what he means but seems like it.
“Alright, follow me.”
Most of the ingredients they used were frozen, mainly a few meat and fowl to preserve it longer. Albedo doesn’t like meat, his small appetite can only take a few bites and no room for others, which would be a shame when he favors sweets. He often cooked his own recipe of woodland dream as it always complemented the desserts afterwards.
Aether figured all the ingredients, impressive when some of the plants were even hard for Klee to say. Slowly confirming his assumption about Aether’s skills and intelligence, although further observations are still recommended for solid results.
“Is it good?”
Aether hummed. “It’s good.” he says, already forming bits of phrase.
“I’m glad you like it.” he said with a twinkle in eyes.
“Thank you.”
He’s learning very quickly.
Albedo didn’t lose count how many days and hours had been since they’ve been shut inside his camp. Barely three days according to his calculation but the lack of expanding scenery and the absence of a natural source of light slowed the time.
Aether doesn’t show any sign of boredom yet, he took a liking to skimming through Albedo’s books to see the illustrations. Albedo would read it to him, bright enough to recognize phrases Albedo taught him and create his own bubble of thoughts. Albedo doesn’t mind, it’s similar to reading Klee a bedtime story although it’s not a fairytale book but an encyclopedia of different fauna and flora around Teyvat. Aether seems to have endless curiosity and questions and Albedo was eager to satiate them all the same.
Every hour passed, Albedo filled his observation report, adding new key points and crossing out the older ones. It seems like Aether tends to do the unpredictable, which really is not a problem for Albedo himself.
Albedo had been excited when Aether showed him a projection of stars from his palm. The stars themselves sparkled brightly, like they were moving and flowing within the boundaries of blue hue acting as its own galaxy. It is cold to touch when Albedo poked a finger on it, Aether didn’t seem too bother when he did. He made him do it for a little longer, sketching to keep it for later. It appears that Aether can summon it at his will without limit. It is already incredible on its own.
“Fascinating.” he utter, Aether retreats his hand to see his drawing, smiling when he sees it.
Maybe, Aether will let him make a portrait of him soon.
On the fourth day Albedo decided to withdraw the structure blocking his cave, the sheer cold immediately seeping every nook and corner of his camp but the aggressive swirl perished in the air. Aether was bundled with a blanket, lest he freeze from his own clothes. Although Albedo’s camp was situated atop Wyrmrest Valley, there’s not much view to see, but it didn’t stop Aether’s face morphing in awe.
The foot of the mountain can still see the sun, it just never melts the snow. However, the top of the mountains has been a different case. It seems like it has its own clouds, foggy and not even a ray of sunlight can pass through, hence the always gloomy ether.
The aftermath resulted in a fine and white landscape covered in thick layer of snow reaching past his knees. If it weren’t for the lone mint flower swaying, Albedo would’ve thought the time went still, frozen. Nothing seems to be moving, probably still in shelter until the odd sheer cold dissipates.
Aether stood on his side and the absence of a blanket bothered Albedo a little. Walking back to his work table, Albedo made a quick work of flaming flower and starsilver then he was holding a warming bottle in no time. Once he tried to replace flower stamen with scarlet quartz, the result was disappointing despite the ore’s impressive qualities.
“Aether,” he called, handing him the bottle. “It’s a warming bottle, it’ll help to keep you warm for a short period of time so keep it with you.”
Sources of warmth in Dragonspine can be found anywhere, so long as you don’t stray far from the path. Braziers and torches lined up, some you can light up to ward off the sheer cold.
“Thank you,”
Aether still hasn’t stopped watching curiously.
Albedo went back inside. He hadn’t done a major experiment like he planned during his isolation but the ingredients were not left untouched. Instead, he teaches Aether basic craft and components of alchemy. It wasn’t as bad as he expected it to be, wasting time away rather than burying his nose in research– Aether learned to brew potions. It’s not anything groundbreaking, but for someone who doesn’t speak the language and only goes by following it with eyes, he’s great with most he’d taught with Sucrose and Timaeus being an exception.
The observation report gains another key point that day.
The prospect of going back to the city does not excite him. Somehow, Albedo is unsure whether he wanted Aether to be exposed this early on. Perhaps they can wait.
“Do you want to help with removing the snow?” Albedo asks once beside him, offering a hand to Aether.
“Yes,” Aether smiles.
Albedo can clear the path well with only him, but he supposed getting Aether involved is fine. Aether is akin to a child that can’t wait to play, his bright golden eyes shines with curiosity.
Half an hour later and they carved a curved step leading inside the camp.
Albedo's camp is just directed above the Valley, going over to the edge of the cliff and the broken bridge. Durin’s remains are largely on display below. Albedo wasn’t too worried when Aether drifted off course, standing near the woods and staring at giant bones sticking into the air. He should probably tell Aether the history behind its name but would do it once Aether had fully grasped the language yet.
“Albedo,” Aether called, Albedo is on his side already. “These..?” he points below.
Albedo nods calmly. “Mn. This mountain is the final resting place of a venomous dragon named Durin.”
“Dragon?”
“Yes, do you know any other dragons?” he pressed but Aether only scrunched his nose before his eyes drifted to another place. This time he saw a blue light emanating from the Statue of Seven. “That, is a Statue of Seven, ah, I should probably introduce you to this nation’s archon.”
Oddly, Aether seems to be interested in that. “God?” he asked.
Albedo held his gaze. “Yes. Do you want to go th—”
“Yes.”
Amused, Albedo nodded silently. Grabbing a few more warming bottles, although his body is immune to cold, Aether isn’t.
“Well then, let me lead the way.” Albedo walks ahead, leading them to the broken bridge. He really should have it fixed but it also serves as a hindrance for any monsters to come close to his camp. Without a word, Albedo uses his Solar Isotoma, summoning a flower below. Behind, Aether peers curiously.
Albedo stepped on it then extended a hand to Aether. He wouldn’t be opposed to gliding, but he wasn’t about to risk Aether’s safety.
Curiously, Aether accepts his hand and steps onto the little platform. There isn’t much space between then and Albedo resorted to holding him by the waist, murmuring a quiet apology when Aether flinched from his gloved hand, cold. Aether is faring well until Albedo manipulates the flower to move, lifting them a little off the ground and moving slowly to cross the gap between the bridge. Aether had latched on him, wrapping an arm around his torso. Albedo realizes Aether is very warm.
A little unsteady after they landed, Albedo continued to guide him towards the Statue. Passing the narrow path and across is a wide open space, the Statue is just above the ruin. On the left is a trek down to Snow Covered Path.
“Aether,” he called as he surged forward with the outlander following closely. Getting up there isn’t much of a problem, the fallen debris made a spiraling path which is now easier to climb.
Stronger gush of wind originates from the small cavern, but it remains closed off because of it.
Aether approaches the Statue, mindful of the steps. Albedo wants to remain an audience, observing what he will do. A conflicted frown flees across Aether’s face, his eyes seeming not to leave the face of the Anemo archon. Aether moves closely and touches the base. It only came as a surprise when the Statue glow brightly in green and wind swirls around Aether before a green orb flew above, hovering into air then merging in Aether chest palate, disappearing.
With wide eyes, Albedo watches the wind dissipate and the once black ornaments around Aether’s body shed a glow of green. Like the wind resonated with him.
Unbelievable. “Aether!” Albedo rushed to his side, inspecting Aether as whole but Aether is just as taken aback as him, blinking. “Do you feel any different?”
Without much thought, Aether extended his hand away and a blast of wind surface from his palm and breaking the vases nearby. Albedo was left staring with a gleam in his eyes.