One fateful night on your walk back home, a wispy, floating creature squeaks as it bursts to life and swirls around you, and it seems to have no intention leaving your side. But, another individual is awaiting you at home, and you’re not sure how you’re going to explain the little life you’re now bringing along with you…
Diluc
- “Can we keep it?” you have to ask with the most pleading look with wide puppy-dog eyes and a frown as the seelie happily chirps in what you assume is agreement. Unamused, half-lidded eyes stare the both you down coldly.
- “No,” and Diluc honestly looks like he means it, making your shoulders deflate as well as making the seelie drop a foot in the air, little ears flopping down sadly. “We don’t need any pets.”
- “But… it likes me! And… it’s just a ball of light! We don’t have to feed it or do anything for it, Diluc.” You try your best to advocate for your new friend, and Diluc crosses his arms adamantly despite the furrow of his eyebrows and frustrated eyes pressing closed. You’re cracking him, so you know you can make this happen. Even the seelie bobs up a bit in the air hopefully.
- Diluc returns to the bar he’s been cleaning off when you’d come to meet him at Angel’s Share, and he glares as best he can, but it’s weakening by the second because, in all honesty, he’d do anything for you. “No.”
- “Well… what’s the harm in keeping it?” you try, but as you say that, the seelie circles around in excitement and knocks straight into a bottle of wine. Diluc cries out in agitation, and you leap too late to catch it, and the seelie is shrieking as Diluc stops you just before you can touch the now shattered glass of the knocked over wine bottle.
- But, you’re eyeing Diluc, and Diluc is eyeing the seelie, and the seelie is hiding behind your shoulder.
- “Okay, fine,” Diluc spits. “But if it breaks another bottle, it’s gone that very instant!”
- You smile outwardly, but inward, you’re as bright as the glittering seelie that squeaks in joy.
- The seelie does become a common companion for the both of you and Diluc, and once, you even swear you catch him patting it out of the corner of your eye. He always denies it, though.
Kaeya
- “Guess what I found!” is the first thing you yelp to the Calvary Captain when he steps into the bedroom after his exceedingly long day at work. He’s tired, and he’s taken aback by the blue ball of light hovering beside you.
- “By the archons… what is that?” Kaeya mumbles, blinking open his one eye and furrowing his eyebrows at first as he takes in the sight of the seelie.
- “I’m not sure… but it’s cute, right?” you hopefully grin to him.
- “Hey, little guy…” Kaeya murmurs, and in the candlelight with his voice so gentle, he looks so much less coy and sly. His fingers make the seelie dance nervously, and it swivels behind you with a soft chime of hesitation. “I see. So, you have good taste in people, too,” Kaeya grins smugly at the seelie.
- “So, it can stay, right?” you assure.
- “I guess I can’t say no when you’re looking at me like that, now can I?” Kaeya tilts his head, hair shifting and falling into his eyes.
- So, you get to keep the dancing ball of light that seems sentient, and it takes an affinity for peering out at Kaeya nervously before dancing away every time he tries to pet it.
- But, as time goes on and the floating creature gets used to the ice on Kaeya’s voice and the sly tricks he plays, you catch a moment or two of the seelie rubbing up again Kaeya’s gloved fingers just for a caress in one fleeting moment.
Tartaglia
- “What is that?” is the very first thing out of the Harbinger’s mouth, jaw dropping when he sees the glowing light of your new companion.
- “I’m not sure… a seelie, maybe?” you try to explain, but he’s blinking in incredulous awe of your new discovery. “Can’t we keep it? Please?”
- “What? You want to keep it?” Tartaglia looks shocked that you’d even utter such a thing, and he shakes his head. “No! What do you need this thing for?”
- The seelie is chirping along with his words happily, dancing from one side of your head to the other and flopping glowing ears of light around.
- “It likes me!” you defend, but something awakens in Tartaglia’s eyes.
- “No, it can’t stay, then. Go on, out with you! Shoo!” and Tartaglia tries to bat away the seelie, but it dodges his hands and shrieks unhappily. You push back on his shoulders, but Tartaglia glares with a fury at the little companion.
- “Are you jealous of a glowing ball of light?” you accuse him, but Tartaglia grows even stiffer if its possible.
- “No.”
- “Yes, you are.”
- “No!”
- So, the little glowing pet gets to stay, but you always see Tartaglia’s ocean blue eyes narrow when he first wakes up and he sees the seelie rubbing your cheek in the morning sunlight.
- And, most times when you’re not able to take the seelie along in your own travels, you return home to a single voice echoing off the walls.
- “You think you can just walk in here and own the place? Huh? You dumb little orb! You-you-you… ugly… th-thing!”
- Tartaglia doesn’t ever really like the seelie that third-wheels your relationship, but he tolerates it. For you.
Albedo
- “Albedo! Look what followed me home!”
- Albedo is nothing if not mesmerized by the seelie you’d collected like a different form of a halo. He’ll never say it, but when he first lays eyes on you with the ethereal light draping over your features, you look beautiful to him.
- Immediately, however, his mind is surging with questions.
- “Where did you find this? The location and time of day, please. Oh, and the weather…” he procures a fresh piece of paper to begin studying your companion and write down the details.
- “Interesting, so very entrancing… it seems to react to our movement and our speech. It may very well be sentient. There is lots to test in regards to this, yes. Let us keep it, if it wishes to stay.”
- So, the seelie wisp settles in easily with you and patiently hovers in front of Albedo every time he wishes to test something. You reward it with a few pats on the head, and it yelps in excitement.
- The first time it knocks over a flask by accident in the laboratory, though, its met with a disappointed sigh that even chills you.
- Still, Albedo lets the seelie stay, and when he’s collected everything there is to determine about it right down to how well it conducts electricity, it becomes an apprentice often looking over his shoulder while he thinks. The seelie nods approvingly all the time, ears flopping, even though both you and seelie barely ever understand Albedo’s experiments at all.
Zhongli
- “Good even — what is this?” Zhongli does a double-take when you first show up with your strange companion that floats, squeaks, and hovers. However, he looks more curious than anything else.
- “Well… I was kind of hoping you could tell me that… but I think it wants to stay, Zhongli.” You both turn eyes onto the dancing, bobbing ball of light.
- “A seelie, perhaps? Maybe it was drawn to you for some reason we may be unable to understand. No matter. It does not appear harmful.” Zhongli even looks slightly soothed by the seelie’s presence, and it almost feels right having three of you instead of just you and Zhongli.
- “A seelie?” The ball of light chirps in reassurance at your confirming question, answering for you. “What’s a seelie?”
- “Once, they were spirits of a guiding nature that knew paths throughout the land of Teyvat. Perhaps this seelie has seen a path ahead for you it wishes to guide you down… I am quite curious as to why it chose you, but I suppose in time we’ll find out.”
- Zhongli doesn’t mind the seelie at all, and in fact, when he’s sitting down reading a novel, he even lays a hand on the seelie to stroke the tendrils of light that make up its ears.
- The seelie still likes you, too, and most often stays in your vicinity, but when it sees Zhongli first appear, it flies through the air with a flourish to caress against his cheek or his sweater. He always laughs, a smile gracing handsome features, and the deep baritone of his voice is interjected with a sprinkle of twinkling, airy chirps from the seelie.