I'm sure that won't be a problem for me. [ Liyue was a hub of commerce and trade. Who's to say he couldn't trade a little mora for a spot on a waiting list?
With one last look around the Funeral Parlor proper, and a little nod to the ferrylady as he passes her by, Childe is out on the streets again blinking in the bright Liyue sunshine and resisting the urge to stretch. The climate here is very different than what he's used to in Snezhnaya, and everything is so... bright. It's going to take a bit of an adjustment period, that's for sure, especially since he wasn't entirely sure how long his mission here was supposed to last.
He almost wishes that he could challenge Morax to a fight with the stipulation being Childe will get his Gnosis when he wins (not if, when, as though he isn't threatening his own life by challenging a six-thousand-something-year-old war god). Perhaps then he might have a clearer timeline on when he could return home.
It's fine, though. He supposes he can probably send home a few souvenirs in the meantime. There'd been a couple stalls he'd been eying on his walk here with a few colorful gadgets and toys Teucer and Tonia might like. ]
Is it always so warm here? [ He'll ask once Zhongli follows after him. ] I thought being near the ocean it would be a lot cooler...
[ Though of course, if you only have the wintery snowscape of a perpetual frosty land to compare it to, something even mildly warmer might seem a bit extreme. ]
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With one last look around the Funeral Parlor proper, and a little nod to the ferrylady as he passes her by, Childe is out on the streets again blinking in the bright Liyue sunshine and resisting the urge to stretch. The climate here is very different than what he's used to in Snezhnaya, and everything is so... bright. It's going to take a bit of an adjustment period, that's for sure, especially since he wasn't entirely sure how long his mission here was supposed to last.
He almost wishes that he could challenge Morax to a fight with the stipulation being Childe will get his Gnosis when he wins (not if, when, as though he isn't threatening his own life by challenging a six-thousand-something-year-old war god). Perhaps then he might have a clearer timeline on when he could return home.
It's fine, though. He supposes he can probably send home a few souvenirs in the meantime. There'd been a couple stalls he'd been eying on his walk here with a few colorful gadgets and toys Teucer and Tonia might like. ]
Is it always so warm here? [ He'll ask once Zhongli follows after him. ] I thought being near the ocean it would be a lot cooler...
[ Though of course, if you only have the wintery snowscape of a perpetual frosty land to compare it to, something even mildly warmer might seem a bit extreme. ]