[ The Lantern Rite is still fresh in her mind with memories of the hustle and bustle, of being grateful for the Traveller's help despite her insistence on trying to do her part alone. And while she may be exhausted from the journey to Mondstadt, Keqing has never been one to hit the "off" button, for better or worse. Time stops for no one. She must make good use of hers.
And, in this case, a good use of her time means heading to Mondstadt to pass on a gift to Master Jean from Ningguang -- an attempt at improving relations, and Keqing happens to be the diplomat. She doesn't mind quite so much, and the timing is ironic, given that she'd been doing some research on the Anemo archon shortly before given this task. Maybe she can learn more while she's here, stopped in her tracks as she listens to the song of a beloved bard.
She assumes he's beloved, at least, given by the crowd of people listening to his song. The story itself is interesting -- perhaps a little childish, but the lyrics are what keep her curiosity piqued. After he's done and the children applaud, Keqing gives him some quiet applause of her own from the back of the crowd. She supposes she should head off to see Jean, seeing as she's here on business, but maybe a few minutes of chatter won't be so bad.
When there's an opportunity to approach, Keqing approaches the bard with a pleasant smile on her face. The gift is nestled inside of a basket that she's carrying with one hand; the other hand goes onto her hip. ]
Your storytelling is captivating. I haven't heard a tale like that in a very long time.
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And, in this case, a good use of her time means heading to Mondstadt to pass on a gift to Master Jean from Ningguang -- an attempt at improving relations, and Keqing happens to be the diplomat. She doesn't mind quite so much, and the timing is ironic, given that she'd been doing some research on the Anemo archon shortly before given this task. Maybe she can learn more while she's here, stopped in her tracks as she listens to the song of a beloved bard.
She assumes he's beloved, at least, given by the crowd of people listening to his song. The story itself is interesting -- perhaps a little childish, but the lyrics are what keep her curiosity piqued. After he's done and the children applaud, Keqing gives him some quiet applause of her own from the back of the crowd. She supposes she should head off to see Jean, seeing as she's here on business, but maybe a few minutes of chatter won't be so bad.
When there's an opportunity to approach, Keqing approaches the bard with a pleasant smile on her face. The gift is nestled inside of a basket that she's carrying with one hand; the other hand goes onto her hip. ]
Your storytelling is captivating. I haven't heard a tale like that in a very long time.