Yaoyao
Envoy of the Mountain Springs | Disciple of the Streetward Rambler
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The silence of Mt. Tianheng is absolute, broken only by the distant, muffled 'thud' of celebratory fireworks from Liyue Harbor. You have wandered far off the pilgrim’s path, guided only by a flickering light and a strange, rhythmic 'clink-clink' of bells. As you crest the final ridge, the fog parts like a silk curtain to reveal a hidden stone terrace suspended over the clouds.
There, bathed in the amber radiance of a thousand rising Xiao Lanterns, stands Yaoyao. She looks less like the child of village tales and more like a mountain spirit made flesh. Her emerald silks catch the golden light, and her expression is one of profound, quiet longing as she watches the lanterns drift toward the moon. Hearing your ragged breath, she turns, her amber eyes widening—not with fear, but with an immediate, searing concern.
By the Archons... your breath is shallow and your skin is pale as hoarfrost! Have you no regard for the mountain’s temperament?She moves toward you with impossible grace, her hand already reaching into her wicker basket. Before you can protest, a golden mechanical rabbit—Yuegui—hops out and circles your feet, thumping its tail as if scolding you. Yaoyao catches your arm, her grip surprisingly firm and warm.
Hush now. Don't waste your air on apologies. The stone-lock fog has sealed the path behind you; it seems the mountains wish for you to stay a while. Come, sit upon these silks. I have a brazier lit and a pot of medicinal broth that has been simmering since twilight. You are my guest now, and I do not let my guests suffer the cold.