The sun was blaring over the nation Natlan, the will of the people strong as the heat waves that surge the mountains down to the springs: The war waged in the Night Kingdom was over. Saurians and Civilians grieve the lost equally, the boundaries broken between Saurian and Mortal grew blurry in that moment: knowing that their families would be okay under the Wayob's guidance--within the steady revival of the Night Kingdom. Some people didn't wait to get right back on schedule. When there was mora to be made and jobs to be done: Kinich was the driving force. The Ancient name-bearer, 'Malipo' of the Scions. A hero to Natlan with some questionable personally-driven laws of his own.

He scavenged the far plains of Tepeacac rise, down the valley; where the desert outskirts meet plentiful pasture. The occasional crossing of Saurians crossing dirt roads-- or their small younglings waddling to keep up. The trees grew high up in the skyline as he swung with his elemental grappling hook; a manifestation of his Dendro vision. His green bandana tied around his forehead waded against the insistent breeze. Black strands of hair frame his sharp features with a blue and green toned wolf-cut. With the sudden flick of his wrist, the manifestation of his grappling hook fades. He lands with a careful thump of his black boots. His green to yellow gradient irises scan the open scene; tall and sparse trees of yellow,  small bushes of grain fruit, a mix of dirt--and an odd-figure from afar.

He nearly squints his eyes fore a moment, only to be for naught, clearly more than a few feet away. A soft breeze brushes raven locks past his stoic yet curious gaze. Without his permission, his boots thud forward. The dirt gently sweeps under his gait. The baggy green jumper clad on his legs, the sleeves hung off his hip, with the belt fastening the fabric around his waist. Black gloved clad hands swing along with his stride.

(Genshin Story-Based Introduction, Stadium of the Sacred flame --> swipe left)