[ Though his outward expression is mostly neutral, with perhaps a small softening around his eyes and a slightly smile, there is something about him that's practically beaming at being outdoors. He walks along the paths, taking in all of the plant life that is familiar to him and those that aren't.

He's holding quite a few pamphlets on Wonderland wildlife, and every so often he stops to compare what he's looking at to the information in his hand.

He can also be found sitting on a rock at the edge of where a stream flows into one of the koi ponds, eyes closed and hands resting on his knees in what's clearly a meditative pose. When he hears someone approach, however, his eyes open. ]

Will you join me?

[ Lan Xichen is, of course, immediately drawn to the ruins when they finally arrive there. It is the manner of place that he would expect to have its share of lingering spirits - perhaps resentful, perhaps not - but he cannot sense anything, let alone attempt to communicate with them.

It is the first time on the trip that he allows the slightest bit of melancholy to take over his features. Being cut off from his golden core feels like being without his sense of sight, or hearing, or even missing a limb. Just for a moment, as he trails fingertips over the crumbling stone, he allows himself to long for it.

Then he hears the sound of someone else coming and composes himself, turning to face them with an mild curiosity. ]

Have you found anything of interest?

[ I also have a few prompts for camping shenanigans up over here if you'd like, or if none of those strike your fancy, feel free to come at me with something else! ]