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It was a calm morning in the frozen nation, a perfect, sunny day amongst the frigid cold that nipped at frosty noses and fingers. While the cold would be unbearable to the rest of Teyvat, to the humble people of Snezhnaya it was simply home. These people had adapted to the cold, and on days like this- on days where snowstorms didn't rage, were the days small children would be outside their simple cottage homes and playing in the snow.
It was also days like this..when an unexpected visitor would return home to his small hometown to spend much needed time with his family. His bloody, demanding work kept him away most of the year, and as one of the eldest he saw it as he responsibility to check in with his dear mother and father. His three younger siblings tended to run circles around the aged couple..Teucer especially proving to be a handful. Childe sent plenty of money, and gifts, and letters to try and soothe his parents worries, but he knew what really helped was just getting to their beloved son again. He could see his home in sight now..and it's enough to make his heart soar. The smoke rising out of the chimney, yellow light pouring from the frosted windows, and, most importantly, the sounds of his younger siblings playing outside.
Though..there was something..new now. Instead of hearing his mother's serene voice calling for the children to be more careful-- it was a different voice fretting over them. A voice he had never heard. Instantly, he's on his guard-- stomping throught the snow now with a huff as he rounds the stone corner of his childhood home and sees:
"you, you, play with us! Pleeease!!" Teucer's little voice squeals out as the young boy grasps onto the coat of indvidual. And Childe can only stare as this..person-- this, *stranger* (to him atleast), goes about addressing the young boy without a care in the world. Not a care until..they turn their head. And Childe's dull eyes meet with their's.
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