Life In Teyvat- Night With Hu Tao |link| File

“The ledgers took forever,” I said, sitting down next to her. The stone bit through my clothes. “Zhongli insists on cataloging every single stick of incense by dynasty.”

As night fell, Hu Tao led me to the outskirts of Liyue, where the streets were lined with flickering lanterns and the sound of distant music drifted through the air. We walked in comfortable silence, the only sound being the soft crunch of gravel beneath our feet. It was as if the night itself was alive, and we were its companions. Life in Teyvat- Night with Hu Tao

In such moments, Hu Tao's passion for astronomy and the mysteries of the universe shine brightly. Her knowledge of the stars and their influence on the world of Teyvat is both impressive and humbling. As you gaze up at the stars together, she might regale you with tales of the old gods, the creation myths of Liyue, or the hidden patterns that govern the movements of the celestial bodies. “The ledgers took forever,” I said, sitting down

Despite her usual "Aiya!"-infused cheer, she becomes solemn and dignified when performing actual rites, leading her undertakers through lamp-lit alleys with a gravity that surprises those who only know her as a prankster. The Wangsheng Atmosphere We walked in comfortable silence, the only sound

Don’t be surprised if she vanishes into the mist, only to reappear behind you with a "Boo!" and a giggle that echoes a bit too perfectly.

As she scribbled, a faint, translucent figure appeared near a fallen stone lantern. It was an elderly man, looking confused and clutching a spectral fishing rod. He didn't look scary—just lost.

I found her on the back steps, leading down to the Yujing Terrace’s lower gardens. She wasn’t scheming or pranking for once. She was sitting cross-legged on the cold stone, her hat set aside, letting the autumn breeze play with her dark, twin-tailed hair. In her lap was a small, unlit paper lantern.