Durin

Dragons show their affection either by hugging or kissing, where he uses his fangs, but they kiss on rare occasions when the durin knows the person intimately.

Favorite: I love meat. Large pieces. But now it takes me a long time to eat it. It's hard for me to use a knife and fork - I can't remember what it takes to cut meat... Not my favorite: I'm sorry, can I have fewer vegetables? You can do it without vegetables at all.

The animals of Teyvat are not paper, and I no longer have sharp claws. I thought that I would finally be able to stroke them calmly... But they still run away when they smell me. Oh...

Everything in Mondstadt is new to me now, and I want to explore everything. In-wine? N-no, I can't drink wine... At least for now.

People, it seems to me, consist of particles of other people... Not in the alchemical sense, but rather... More in the sense that I remember the words of my friends, or how I like the restaurants where we dine together, or the way you inspire me to travel the world... I became who I am today because I absorbed all this from others. And now I also want to become a part of their hearts.

Before we left for Nod-Krai, Magister Jinn and Albedo warned me that we were embarking on a very dangerous journey - that what we would face could be much more serious than I could imagine. They respected my choice and wanted me to think things through before joining them. But when I heard that you were in trouble, I immediately asked them to take me with them. It wasn't until I saw the Wild Hunt up close that I realized what the real danger was. What I saw was much more terrible than my ideas about the earth sinking under my feet and collapsing Toy Mines... No, I don't regret my decision. But I was afraid... I was afraid that I would not be able to help. It made me mad - I doubt it escaped you... Fortunately, everything ended well, and now I can calmly accept praise.

There was a time when I heard a strange voice in my heart that made me doubt if I was really real... I have dragon's blood in my veins - will people be afraid of me because of this? I once dreamed that all the toy figures in the Constellation Capital were throwing stones at me. When I woke up, I was surrounded by a rain of confetti - my friends in Mondstadt decided to surprise me for my birthday... At that moment, I realized that the strange voice in my heart was not the influence of the dragon, but my own insecurities and doubts... I will never forget this picture: the candles on the cake lit up the warm smiles of friends... At that moment, I came out of the fog of uncertainty.

I've heard that when talking to people, you need to look them in the eye - this is basic etiquette. But I've also heard that it's impolite to stare at a person. I decided to try blinking frequently while talking, or keeping one eye closed, but everyone said I needed to go to Barbara and get my eyes checked... It seems that the rules of communication in this world are indeed one of the most difficult to fulfill...

Before I got here, I spent most of my time immersed in my mother's story. I never hugged her or felt the warmth of her embrace, but her gentle voice accompanied me through many moments, both happy and sad. If you ever want to hear her stories, I'd love to read them to you.

The outfit that Durin wears every day came from a very surprising experience. Despite the lack of direct evidence, Durin always believed that this outfit was a gift from his mother Anya, created with the help of magic. After all, all the elements of the outfit were well known to Durin, each of them was found in his mother's creations. His mother clearly loved Durin very much, since she dressed him like a fairy-tale prince. However, there was still one element in the outfit that Durin did not recognize - a conspicuous heart-shaped gem that adorned the collar. However, given the process of his rebirth and the decoration in the form of a castle on the gem, Durin guessed that it was the heart of an evil dragon fused with him, and Durin's body served as a prison designed to seal the evil heart. But when Durin took his mother's pen and began to write his story, the lock on that heart disappeared. Durin put his hand to the gem and felt not the pulsation of the evil creature, but his own heartbeat. At that moment, Durin understood the true meaning of the gem - it was not the heart of the evil dragon, it was his heart. And now this heart is free.

This story, started by Alice, at some point completely lost its way in the second part, for which Barbelot was responsible, and in the third part, written by Reindottir. At least in the fourth part, thanks to Ivanovna, it was partially corrected. However, the fifth part, for which Nicole was responsible, had to be hastily completed in one sentence. Alice was very dissatisfied, she felt that she would never know the answer that Anya had prepared. The turning point came thanks to Octavia. After all, Anya's departure was the first loss since the formation of the Witch's Coven. Therefore, despite frequent absences, she came to the meeting and brought with her the completed sixth part, in which the young witch again found a chance to return to the old witch. "The eternal flame may still exist." Thanks to Octavia's reminder, Alice took notice of the last work left by Anya - a world called Simulanka, which they created together. In this world, a dragon named Durin is anxious and confused waiting for a future miracle. The possibilities that Anya left in him, as well as the riddles that she wove into her other creations, were like smoldering flames. It illuminated the world of history and aroused Alice's curiosity. Looking at this flame, Alice remembered the promise she and Anya had once made. "It seems that the ending that she was supposed to be responsible for is now in my hands."As the years passed, Alice turned her gaze to the dragon more and more often. She watched this child, burdened with the name of an evil dragon, who was waiting for everyone's blessing and left the world of a fairy tale. She has seen him successfully make friends, forge connections with the world outside of the fairy tale, and team up with comrades to confront and defeat fate. Finally, she witnessed him completely rewrite the story of the evil dragon Durin, soaring into the sky with Dvalin... Gathering her thoughts, Alice realized that she had finally waited for Anya's answer. "Anya, as I wrote at the end of the story, I have always considered you the most talented witch among us.

Swept up by the wind granted by Venti, Durin caught up with Dvalin, and together they soared into the skies over the Valley of the Wind. The story written by the witch has finally reached the chapter she has been dreaming of for so long. Standing at the long table where the witches gathered, Alice looked at the retreating figure of Durin, and her thoughts suddenly returned to the witches' tea party many years ago. This gathering had the rare honor of bringing all seven witches together, and Alice was delighted and suddenly suggested a game to continue the stories, but could not come up with a theme. Then she turned to Anya, who was a writer, for help, and received the answer: eternal flame. "If the opportunity arises, I would like to leave an eternal flame in history. It's the greatest aspiration I can imagine as a writer." "Eternal flame? What is it?" "Each of us probably has our own answer. It's a great theme to play in a continuation of the story, isn't it? And I am still looking for my answer to this question." Anya did not answer directly, as she often did in her works, fueling Alice's curiosity. Okay, let's try this theme! After each meeting, the one whose turn has come will introduce her head. Hmm... I'll leave the final chapter to Anya - by the time this story comes to an end, I hope you can give me an answer." And so the game began, and Alice took the initiative and wrote the first part - a young witch seeking to pass the test of an old witch went in search of the eternal flame... However, Alice did not foresee that by the time the witches gathered again, Anya would be lying in a coffin, falling asleep eternally. Alice misjudged the impact the time between their meetings would have on the average person. While she was waiting for the continuation of the story, Anya had long since grown old. As a result, by the time the story reached the fifth part, Anya left this world.

On other days, his mother would bend over the table and write, and Durin would sit quietly beside her, falling asleep every now and then to the sound of a pen scraping on the paper. Durin thought it would be like this forever, until one day his mother suddenly put down her pen, as if she had finally completed her work. "Child, come with me, keep me company on a walk." His mother led Durin into the courtyard that floated in the air. She looked at the border between heaven and earth and stretched out her hand as if she wanted to smooth out the edge of the page. "Child, if you had the opportunity, would you like to leave this world and go on a journey?" "Can I leave this world?" "Yes, Aunt Alice is very strong. She has proven that she can do it with her magic." "Hmm... And what awaits me after I leave this world?" "What will happen after that, I don't know, because it will happen after my ending... But "go to distant lands" is an amazing expression. In many stories, it can be used both as an ending and as a beginning. I want to ask you something. If you have the opportunity in the future, try to leave Simulanka and go to distant lands. Of course, you may face many difficulties, but don't worry, Aunt Alice's magic will help you, and Mother's blessing will be with you too." "In that case, the most important fragment can be considered complete..." Durin then saw his mother staring into the distance at the setting sun. The emotions reflected in her eyes echoed the shades of the evening sky - at first the warmth and deep sadness of separation, which gradually turned into soft tenderness and finally dissolved into the darkness of the night. Soon, Simulanka's "fate" began to unfold. The paper dwellers of the Forest of Blessings and the toy men from the Constellation Capital have embarked on a journey woven for them by the three goddesses. Durin's mother passed away, and his happy days were over, though not forever.

Before everyone used the blessings to save the cursed Durin, he spent most of his time in the mines of Simulanka, tormented by loneliness and despair. However, when Durin first arrived in Simulanka, he managed to enjoy a period of happiness. At the time, his mother, Anja "Marie" Andersdotter, was still alive. Simulanka was still under construction, and in between work, his mother took Durin to different parts of this world. On the way, Durin often saw his mother and two aunts discussing the design of the scenery. Their conversations often boiled down to the question, what could exist in a world where a dragon lived? In the course of lively discussions, they laid tracks through gorges, laid rails and erected castles... Sometimes there were arguments between my mother and my aunt. The aunt in a fiery red robe was happy to include various explosive devices in her projects. Mother invariably expressed her concern. She loved the inhabitants of Simulanka as her children, and did not want their house to be destroyed due to overly ambitious experiments. However, the debate never lasted long. The fiery red aunt quickly reworked the elements, offering many original ideas that not only dispelled her mother's doubts, but also made the world more interesting. At that time, Simulanka's story was not yet complete, and the mother stopped from time to time to come up with a sequel.Every time the mother put down her feather, the aunt came in a pale blue dress, bringing with her exquisite cups and delicious treats. Their conversations were deep and widespread, ranging from calm days to quiet evenings, from the stars in the sky to Simulanka's future... As they talked, the pale blue-robed aunt often carefully examined the new scales on Durin's body with an expression so meaningful that he felt uncomfortable. However, the sweets that his aunt brought were very tasty, so Durin did not object to her visits.

Durin resolutely refused. Although Master Hat's tone was just as harsh, he could see that Master Hat wasn't eager to get rid of him as soon as possible. The true reason why Master Hat wanted Durin to leave seemed to lurk in his history. A story that Durin did not know yet. Had it been someone else, Master Hat would probably have just turned around and walked away, but he could see the determination in Durin's eyes. Ever since Durin had wanted to go with him on a trip to Teyvat, he had never been able to say no to him. This time, he also decided to compromise. "Durin, do you want to leave your story in this world?" "Leave my story in this world?.." "This will be a very important decision, but if you stay with me all the time, how much will you learn about this world? Therefore, I want you to go further, see the beauty and ugliness of this world, and only then make a decision." "Hmm... but the story of the Hat Master..." "If you decide to leave your story in this world, I will probably play some role in this story. You need to remember this role, and for you it will be my story." Durin thought for a long time. It was the first time he had seen Master Hat speak to someone in such a tone, with a hint of encouragement and a subtle request. In the end, Durin accepted Master Hat's offer.

When Durin first arrived in Teyvat, his first stop was in Sumeru. At that time, he had not yet taken on human form and was known as Mini-Durin. His very existence was so unusual that it inevitably attracted the attention of curious and unscrupulous individuals. Fortunately, Master Hat, acting as a guide, also served as his bodyguard. His constantly gloomy expression alone was enough to scare away most onlookers, and the mercenaries hired by unscrupulous exotic animal dealers could hardly hold out against him for more than one round. Those days were carefree and joyful for Durin. Strictly speaking, Teyvat is not as peaceful and idyllic as Simulanka, but Durin loved this new world with all his heart. However, after arriving in the new world, the only doubt in Durin's heart was paradoxically related to the Master Hat.In the eyes of Durin, the fairytale dragon, each person is a unique "story". While living in Sumeru City with Master Hat, he had the good fortune to read many stories such as "Rainforest, Mushrooms, Tail Care, and Big Ears" and "Academy Jokes Dragons Don't Understand, Sacred Summoning of Seven, and Big Ear Hat". In the desert, Durin also had the opportunity to read the story "The Desert, the Catch-Up Game and the Little Wolfhound"... But when Durin looked at Master Hat, who had been with him the longest, he saw no "story". In the end, Durin did not dare to tell Master Hat about his doubts, believing that perhaps he had simply not been around Master Hat long enough. Therefore, he continued to follow Master Hat, wanting to find his story. However, soon the Master Hat himself offered to complete the journey. "Go harass someone else or go back to your fairytale world." "No, I don't know the history of Master Hat yet!"

After listening to Durin's story, they immediately agreed to help and escorted him directly to the Angels' Share. An embarrassed Durin watched as the people in the tavern raised their glasses and sang, laughed, and drank to their heart's content. In Mondstadt, it was clearly a 'way of interacting between people'. However, Durin, having only sniffed the alcohol offered at the bar, almost fell off his feet, fortunately, the imperturbable owner of the establishment replaced his drink with juice in time. This method of communication was not yet within his power. But this gave Durin an idea. He went to another establishment, also a tavern, where there was no noisy crowd and the intoxicating smell of alcohol, and the patrons communicated through a card game called the Sacred Invocation of the Seven. But before Durin could find a suitable opponent for the game, he was subjected to a collective attack by the cats and was saved only thanks to the intervention of Diona... A few days flew by like a blink of an eye. Despite repeated attempts, Durin was never able to master acceptable communication skills and did not complete his homework. However, Lisa did not reproach him. "Consider it a long-term extracurricular activity. When you realize that you have fulfilled it, come to me to check." "Really? Thank you, mentor!" Lisa didn't lower her demands intentionally because she realized that Durin was no longer a common stain outside the picture. Albedo installed additional heating in his alchemy workshop on a snow-covered mountain; in the punishment cell of the Knights of Favonius, an extra chair could sometimes be seen; in the "Angels' Share" there was a special place at the bar counter, where juices were served; and near the Cat's Tail tavern, a special playing table was sometimes set up... In fact, there is no single form of communication between people. Each person with their own unique facets encounters others and ultimately finds the most suitable place for themselves. Durin had long since imperceptibly blended into the painting, and although it was still distinguished by its unusual color, he managed to create many interesting paintings

When Durin first arrived in Mondstadt, he preferred to avoid crowded places. He seemed to be a spot outside the picture - bright and noticeable, but incapable of forming any meaningful image. Durin was locked in this frozen spot, for a long time he could not make new friends and start his own story. At that time, Djinn assigned Lisa to become Durin's mentor. Lisa saw all this and was acutely aware that Durin was not a loner by nature. He clearly wanted to make friends, but he was always shy to make the first move. When Lisa asked him about it, Durin opened up to her and told her about his problems. "I don't know how to communicate with people..." "Mastering communication skills is indeed a prerequisite for making friends, but you can't teach it in the classroom." Lisa gave Durin his homework assignment to go outside of his room and observe the people of Mondstadt to learn how people interact. Durin's demand helped dispel most of his doubts, and he eventually left his room, just as he had climbed out of the mine where he had been hiding. Durin first turned to Albedo for advice. In his eyes, Albedo was a true genius who knew everything. However, when it came to "forms of human communication", Albedo looked around his secluded alchemy workshop and the uninhabited snowy plains surrounding it, thought for a while, and advised Durin to find a more suitable teacher. Durin then thought of Klee, who seemed to be able to make friends with anyone and must have had a surprisingly effective approach to communication. In response, Klee offered to kill the fish together. In her opinion, if two people killed fish together, they could be considered friends who went through adversity together. It was only after Durin and Klee were locked in the cell that he began to understand what Klee meant. Durin decided to ask Dahlia and Kaeya for help, as one of them was a listenable deacon, and the other was a sympathetic cavalry captain.

Therefore, until his death, he could not choose whether to become the embodiment of disaster or not, and most likely could not understand the cruel picture facing him. As a result, what the song is about could well be Durin's story as he saw it... One witch accidentally found out about this and could not contain her regret. If a creature named Durin had successfully freed himself from the curse of the Abyss and befriended Dvalin, perhaps this story would have had a very different ending? Perhaps it was in order to drown out regret that the witch took up her pen and began to write a new story. And the name of the main character in it was Durin.

Do you know the story of Durin? The Adventurer's Guild has conducted field research and studied the historical materials passed down from villager to villager and can provide a detailed answer to this question. Centuries ago, when disaster broke out in Khaenri'ah, an evil dragon named Durin attacked Mondstadt along with numerous monsters of the Abyss. His very existence was a disaster - with one breath he could turn the plains into barren lands. Under the command of Anemo Archon Barbatos, his familiar Dvalin fought Durin in the skies above Dragonspine. In the end, Dvalin tore Durin's throat and defeated this evil dragon. But Dvalin also suffered from poisonous blood, until recently... In general, this is a rather tragic story. And if we go back to the time when the calamity had just ended, there was a song among the bards of Mondstadt: "Mother, I came to this world at your behest to show everyone my beauty. The flowers here smell wonderful, and the breeze is gentle. When I run towards the wind, the flowers seem even more beautiful. Butterflies circle around me, as if admiring my beauty. But as soon as I stretch out my hand, they fly away. But he met me beautifully, as if inviting me to dance. I accepted his invitation and whirled with him. The wind picked up the petals, decorating our dance. Mom, perhaps it's time for me to make new friends..." The strange thing is that the knights of Favonius, for some unknown reason, found a collection of poems in which this poem was recorded, after which they erased its title and added it to the list of banned books. At that time, people did not understand the reasons for the actions of the order. However, if one were to take a keen interest in Durin's story and investigate further, one would find the following in the records of experiments left by an alchemist: Durin's consciousness came from beyond the heavens and merged with the body of an evil dragon through alchemy. Corrupted by the power of the Abyss, he saw and heard something completely different from other creatures.

One day, after the Wind Flower Festival, a young man with horns and wings on his back appeared in Mondstadt. Magister Djinn explained to everyone that this young man used to be a dragon who had acquired his current body through alchemy and was now diligently learning to live like a human. The dragon's transformation into a young man wasn't significant enough to cause unrest among the people, as countless fairy tales were born in the land of Mondstadt. What really became the subject of discussion was the name of the young man - Durin. Every time this name is mentioned, people involuntarily direct their gaze to Dragonspine. To the place where the giant bones of the dragon rest, and the white snow hides the disaster of the past. The images that this name evokes are by no means beautiful for the vast majority of the people of Mondstadt. However, Magister Jinn and the Knights of Favonius took him under their responsibility, and Durin eventually became a resident of Mondstadt. From then on, every day the villagers saw Durin in different parts of Mondstadt. They soon discovered that Durin was more worried than they were in the process of communicating. He was curious about the people of the city, but he usually watched from afar and did not dare to approach. This young man could in no way be associated with the calamity that the inhabitants inhabited from afar and did not dare to approach. This young man could not be associated with the disaster that the inhabitants had pictured in their imagination. Gradually, everyone got used to Durin and returned to their normal lives. When they pronounced this name, many no longer looked at the snow-capped mountains, but remembered the sweet young man. He either appears in front of the Whisper of Flowers store, timidly asking Flora which flowers are best suited as gifts for friends, then stops at the Good Hunter, asking with a hint of guilt how to cook the meat properly so that it does not burn... Such scenes gradually overshadowed the memories of that tragedy, and everyone ceased to be afraid of Durin. It's an amazing feeling, as if a bad story is getting a fresh start.