[ While Shell doesn't notice them, Childe certainly does, and he's not quite sure what he's looking at. It probably doesn't help that he reaches out to touch at the flowers once he's taken his hand off of Shell, the movement making it look like he's going for one of the strands of hair behind the blond's ear, terribly intimate and romantic in the glow of the lanterns all around them. ]
... hey, are you -- [ He tries to think hard of what he'd been told when he'd first arrived here. Something about the unintended effects of magic and bonds, but he couldn't honestly recall. A bond to the land? It made no sense to him, who was only familiar with magic to the extent of the gifts granted by the Archons.
Was Shell an Allogene? At least... his world's equivalent? But that made no sense, since he was so amazed by Childe's own display of magic. ]
... are you okay? [ His gaze shifts from where he'd seen the flowers to Shell's own expression, curious. ]
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... hey, are you -- [ He tries to think hard of what he'd been told when he'd first arrived here. Something about the unintended effects of magic and bonds, but he couldn't honestly recall. A bond to the land? It made no sense to him, who was only familiar with magic to the extent of the gifts granted by the Archons.
Was Shell an Allogene? At least... his world's equivalent? But that made no sense, since he was so amazed by Childe's own display of magic. ]
... are you okay? [ His gaze shifts from where he'd seen the flowers to Shell's own expression, curious. ]