[ It's a tradition he's not entirely familiar with, but it's easy enough to get the gist of. It's certainly not something that he can compare to any kind of tradition in Snezhnaya - or Liyue, when he thinks about it, save maybe the Lantern Rite - and while that is a little strange, it's not so unsettling enough that he takes extra efforts to avoid the bamboo stalks altogether and, as a matter of fact, he finds his eyes straying to the wishes on the paper more often than not.
He'll be found today perusing a particularly large bamboo plant, gloved fingers letting the little wish papers cascade over his fingers with an expression akin to a sort of child-like wonder. The handwriting on each varies between quick, rushed scribbled to delicately printed and carefully arranged lettering shrunk to fit an exceptionally wordy wish on the little slip of paper. He considers writing one himself, but he can't think of any except - ah.
Well. There's no harm in at least trying to wish for good tidings for his family at home, right?
Acquiring the paper is easy enough, but as for pens... he pats down his pockets, looks around. All of the ones that had been handed out are currently being used by refugees and townsfolk alike, their postures hunched in concentration as they scrawl.
He turns to the nearest passerby or straggler, looking a little sheepish. ]
I don't suppose you've got a pen on you?
B - Fire Flower
[ Fireworks is something he's also only vaguely familiar with, having only seen them in passing when they were smuggled from trade boats arriving from Inazuma. The handful he'd seen were small, nondescript fireworks, lit papers that coiled into charcoal snakes and sticks that dazzles with sparkling light at the end. It was a curious thing, and seemed to be favored mostly by those that had no Visions of their own, if only because it allowed them the opportunity to at least pretend they were those precious few blessed by the gods.
Childe had only just made his way to the beach when he'd been accosted by a few familiar-looking children, including a quiet girl who he last recalled seeing with her face turned into Zhongli's brown coat. Some of the boys who he'd promised to teach how to fight were asking him to make good on his promise, and he'd only gotten them to settle after promising to stay with them and light fireworks on the ends of strings. It's accompanied with a game, as is the nature of children to make play out of everything, and because he doesn't have much experience with fireworks it's a game that he finds himself losing quite often.
The Harbinger affects an exaggerated look of defeat when his firework flower burns bright and burns fast until he's left with nothing but a blackened string. ]
It appears you little scamps are better at this game than you let on. Very well, I'll tell you all about the time I almost got frostbite in the summertime...
C - Bamboo Wishes
[ Childe recalls, briefly, the last time he'd been set to attend a rite involving the appearance of a god (or two) and the violent aftermath that had followed. Perhaps he's still a little bitter about it, enough that he resigns himself to stay out later than usual, watching as all the papers scattered around the city are collected and brought to the water. For what purpose, he's not sure, but this, at least, reminds him of home enough that he can't help but to linger. Well - not home, home, but where he'd been before being transported to this world.
He hasn't chosen to dress up in the kimonos around the city, because it feels too much like leaving himself at a disadvantage, but he's got a few skewers of meat and vegetables in hand as he sits crosslegged in the sand, watching the whole goings on. A few refugees that he recognize have been asked to set out the boats, and it's just as he's finishing the last of his skewer that he spots another refugee being approached, one who happens to be all by their lonesome, and unceremoniously corraled into setting out another boat. There's a few here that look suspiciously like his own wish, so he gets up, dusting himself off, and makes his way over with the end of a skewer sticking out of his mouth. ]
Here, let me help you with that.
D - Wildcard [ Childe can be found mostly at the beach, dressed down only to the shirt underneath his jacket, maybe standing in the water with the bottom of his pants rolled up. In his downtime he'll either be found alone or with children, bending the water into the shapes of animals and such - like tiny whales or dolphins - and sending them off, much to the delight of the kids. If alone, he'll just be walking along the beach, occasionally stopping to pick through the sand and pick up shells. ]
childe | genshin impact
[ It's a tradition he's not entirely familiar with, but it's easy enough to get the gist of. It's certainly not something that he can compare to any kind of tradition in Snezhnaya - or Liyue, when he thinks about it, save maybe the Lantern Rite - and while that is a little strange, it's not so unsettling enough that he takes extra efforts to avoid the bamboo stalks altogether and, as a matter of fact, he finds his eyes straying to the wishes on the paper more often than not.
He'll be found today perusing a particularly large bamboo plant, gloved fingers letting the little wish papers cascade over his fingers with an expression akin to a sort of child-like wonder. The handwriting on each varies between quick, rushed scribbled to delicately printed and carefully arranged lettering shrunk to fit an exceptionally wordy wish on the little slip of paper. He considers writing one himself, but he can't think of any except - ah.
Well. There's no harm in at least trying to wish for good tidings for his family at home, right?
Acquiring the paper is easy enough, but as for pens... he pats down his pockets, looks around. All of the ones that had been handed out are currently being used by refugees and townsfolk alike, their postures hunched in concentration as they scrawl.
He turns to the nearest passerby or straggler, looking a little sheepish. ]
I don't suppose you've got a pen on you?
B - Fire Flower
[ Fireworks is something he's also only vaguely familiar with, having only seen them in passing when they were smuggled from trade boats arriving from Inazuma. The handful he'd seen were small, nondescript fireworks, lit papers that coiled into charcoal snakes and sticks that dazzles with sparkling light at the end. It was a curious thing, and seemed to be favored mostly by those that had no Visions of their own, if only because it allowed them the opportunity to at least pretend they were those precious few blessed by the gods.
Childe had only just made his way to the beach when he'd been accosted by a few familiar-looking children, including a quiet girl who he last recalled seeing with her face turned into Zhongli's brown coat. Some of the boys who he'd promised to teach how to fight were asking him to make good on his promise, and he'd only gotten them to settle after promising to stay with them and light fireworks on the ends of strings. It's accompanied with a game, as is the nature of children to make play out of everything, and because he doesn't have much experience with fireworks it's a game that he finds himself losing quite often.
The Harbinger affects an exaggerated look of defeat when his firework flower burns bright and burns fast until he's left with nothing but a blackened string. ]
It appears you little scamps are better at this game than you let on. Very well, I'll tell you all about the time I almost got frostbite in the summertime...
C - Bamboo Wishes
[ Childe recalls, briefly, the last time he'd been set to attend a rite involving the appearance of a god (or two) and the violent aftermath that had followed. Perhaps he's still a little bitter about it, enough that he resigns himself to stay out later than usual, watching as all the papers scattered around the city are collected and brought to the water. For what purpose, he's not sure, but this, at least, reminds him of home enough that he can't help but to linger. Well - not home, home, but where he'd been before being transported to this world.
He hasn't chosen to dress up in the kimonos around the city, because it feels too much like leaving himself at a disadvantage, but he's got a few skewers of meat and vegetables in hand as he sits crosslegged in the sand, watching the whole goings on. A few refugees that he recognize have been asked to set out the boats, and it's just as he's finishing the last of his skewer that he spots another refugee being approached, one who happens to be all by their lonesome, and unceremoniously corraled into setting out another boat. There's a few here that look suspiciously like his own wish, so he gets up, dusting himself off, and makes his way over with the end of a skewer sticking out of his mouth. ]
Here, let me help you with that.
D - Wildcard
[ Childe can be found mostly at the beach, dressed down only to the shirt underneath his jacket, maybe standing in the water with the bottom of his pants rolled up. In his downtime he'll either be found alone or with children, bending the water into the shapes of animals and such - like tiny whales or dolphins - and sending them off, much to the delight of the kids. If alone, he'll just be walking along the beach, occasionally stopping to pick through the sand and pick up shells. ]