Raiden Y/n, the third puppet Raiden Ei created. Just like her brother, the God whom she saw as her "mother", abandoned her. Many years have passed since she was created. How many you ask? Around 400 years. She has wandered all around Teyvat, now, sh...
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Feelings, letter
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Keywords : (F/d) - Fav drink
"Where will you continue your journey, Y/n?" A familiar student asked while raising their eyebrow.
"Good question, but it's none your concern." I bluntly answered, crossing my arms over my chest and narrowed my eyes.
The student frowned and huffed. "Hey, I was just curious! No need to be all cool and stuff." They pouted.
I rolled my eyes to their statement. "Well, you should've kept your curiosity to yourself if I wasn't going to answer." I said. They didn't seemed pleased by my answer.
"Oh come on! How was I suppose to know you weren't going to answer?! Pleasee, just tell me! My curiosity is eating me alive!" They huff again, probably gonna explode anytime soon.
I sighed and looked away, staying silent for a moment before answering. "I plan on wandering beyond Teyvat, and I will carry out that plan." I answered, which caught their attention.
"Beyond Teyvat? You mean, you're actually going to leave?" They asked, a sad expression decorating their face.
"Yes, I am. I expect you to remove that poor expression of yours." I stated. The student sighed and shook their head slightly.
"If that's so, then I hope you take care of yourself on your journey." They said, forcing a smile upon their lips. I rolled my eyes and looked away.
"Yeah yeah, whatever." I replied.
. . . . . . . .
I sighed as I recalled the memory. It took place a few days before I left Teyvat. I went back to Sumeru city after visiting Fontaine. I met a student from the akademiya when I was there.
They were friendly, and surprisingly managed to tolerate my rude self. Whenever I go around the city, they always have ways to track me for no reason.
Even if they were there to be my company, I never considered them as a friend. But now that I'm slowly losing my blunt self, I see them as an actual friend.
They may not expect me to consider them as one, and I can't tell them either. The memory took place 300 years ago, so they're probably dead by now.
I snapped out of my thoughts when I felt soft fur coming in contact with my skin. I look to my side to see Kaminari rubbing it's head on my arm.
