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differences and divides [closed]
[ Mondstadt was beautiful this time of year.
They don't get many tourists, they were too pooped from making the journey to Liyue for the Lantern Rite. It was still a middleway point between national celebrations, the festivals growing far and few between until they hit spring. It was of no shame that Venti knows every visitor that steps past the city walls.
So when one arrives one morning during a farmer's market – he can recognize a fine Liyue attire enough to keep eyes on this faraway friend. Venti doesn't stop what he was doing. Playing his lyre on the steps leading up to the Church. A gathering of small kids sing along with the bard as if it was a song passed on through the ages. Each strum of his lyre brings another child to the fray, seated and paying attention to the tales of birds, flight, and wonder. Of heroes and villains. Of brandished swords and shields. Venti is an impeccable storyteller, after all. ]
So yes, little ones, keep your heads high,
And one day you may be the apple of Barbatos' eye.
[ If the Liyue visitor hears the finish of the song and thunderous applause from the youngins, so be it. But, Venti doesn't quite engage – if only because he wants to ensure he doesn't disturb this woman who visits from a land he recalls fondly. ]
They don't get many tourists, they were too pooped from making the journey to Liyue for the Lantern Rite. It was still a middleway point between national celebrations, the festivals growing far and few between until they hit spring. It was of no shame that Venti knows every visitor that steps past the city walls.
So when one arrives one morning during a farmer's market – he can recognize a fine Liyue attire enough to keep eyes on this faraway friend. Venti doesn't stop what he was doing. Playing his lyre on the steps leading up to the Church. A gathering of small kids sing along with the bard as if it was a song passed on through the ages. Each strum of his lyre brings another child to the fray, seated and paying attention to the tales of birds, flight, and wonder. Of heroes and villains. Of brandished swords and shields. Venti is an impeccable storyteller, after all. ]
So yes, little ones, keep your heads high,
And one day you may be the apple of Barbatos' eye.
[ If the Liyue visitor hears the finish of the song and thunderous applause from the youngins, so be it. But, Venti doesn't quite engage – if only because he wants to ensure he doesn't disturb this woman who visits from a land he recalls fondly. ]