[ Oh, Midnight knows that word. He spins around, spots the person who said it, the champagne flute in his hand tipping dizzily with him. ]
Light of the Kshahrewar...? Say, won't you tell me what that means? Never heard of that before.
[ For someone clearly mildly drunk and with pointed ears clearly foreign to Teyvat, he pronounces the word "Kshahrewar" as though he uses it daily. Midnight himself has no problem with studying the lights with him, the dazzling lights flowing through his immensely soggy brain. It's very pleasing. He thinks Kaveh may have made this for him, if this was Kaveh's work. ]
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Light of the Kshahrewar...? Say, won't you tell me what that means? Never heard of that before.
[ For someone clearly mildly drunk and with pointed ears clearly foreign to Teyvat, he pronounces the word "Kshahrewar" as though he uses it daily. Midnight himself has no problem with studying the lights with him, the dazzling lights flowing through his immensely soggy brain. It's very pleasing. He thinks Kaveh may have made this for him, if this was Kaveh's work. ]