The Cold Wind and Lonely Light

You’ve managed to ruin all of my commissions today,” she spits, pointing her blade at him. “Whether on purpose or not, you’ve driven my patience to the limit.” Lumine gestures to the large open space before them, and Childe’s eyes follow her free hand.

“A Cryo Regisvine used to dwell here months ago. Then a Frostarm Lawachurl made himself at home.” Lumine goes on, stepping into the amphitheatre. “I killed them both, of course.” She throws a knowing glance over her shoulder. “I haven’t been back here since.”

A smirk pulls on Childe’s lips. “I see.” He reaches for his bow. “In that case, I suppose we’ll have to do something about all that pent-up anger, yeah?”

Clicking her tongue, Lumine’s eyes flash with a lust for battle that Childe knows all too well. “Please.”

“Challenging a Snezhnayan to a duel in a land of snow and ice? You have no idea what you're getting yourself into.” A blindingly wide grin stretches across Childe's visage. “It’d be my pleasure, girlie.”

Lumine takes Childe on her commission route to Dragonspine, and it goes about as well as one would imagine.