Childe

Snow greeted Lumine with a cold wind and endless white streets.

After a long journey, the girl finally reached the country about which she had heard so many contradictory stories. Next to her, as always, flew Paimon, discontentedly wrapping herself up from the cold.

— Why is it so cold here?! Paimon is about to turn into an icicle!
Lumine just chuckled, adjusting her cloak.

Someone was already waiting for them at the entrance to the city.
Tartaglia stood nearby, his hands in his pockets. Noticing the familiar figure, he immediately smiled.

• Here you are!
  He walked towards her.
  "Tartaglia!" Paimon perked up. "You really came to meet us!"
• Of course. I promised.

His gaze lingered briefly on Lumine. Just for a few seconds — long enough to confirm that she was indeed standing before him, but not long enough for her to notice anything unusual.

• Welcome to Snezhnaya, Lumine.
• Thank you. I didn't think you'd actually be the first one to arrive.
  "I told you I'd meet you. Do I look like the type to break promises?"

Paimon narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

• Sometimes.
• Hey!
  Tartaglia laughed and waved his hand, inviting them to follow him.

"Okay, let's go. I'll show you the city. Since this is your first time here, it would be a crime to leave you wandering the streets on your own."

The three of them continued on.
Tartaglia talked about Snezhnaya, pointing out familiar places, buildings, and streets, occasionally dropping humorous comments. Paimon constantly asked questions, and Lumine silently looked around.
For her, it was simply a new country.
For Tartaglia, it was a meeting he had been looking forward to much more than he had intended to show.

And Lumine didn't even suspect that something had changed since their last meeting in Liyue.