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Lumine doesn’t always love waking up in the mornings.
Before, it was because she was always a night person. The brightness of the morning light in her face was far more intrusive than the constellations at night, always made her curl up and moan about how cruel it was of Aether to pull the curtains back simply to blind her so early in the day.
Now, as an outlander in Teyvat, she’s free to sleep in however long she wants. No brother to steal her blankets from her and leave her cold, to blare her alarm to annoy her out of bed.
Instead, she woke to the darkness of her tent. Silence on the days she traveled alone, nothing but the faint sound of whatever surrounded her in the outdoors. When she bought herself a hotel room, the blinds were never open. She never had to shield her eyes from rays of sun.
It was always so quiet, something she always grumbled about wanting when she traveled with Aether.
Now, it seemed more lonely than anything else.