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. ]
sorry for the delay!
Ah? All the way from Liyue, truly? I did not know I was in front of such importance, forgive me. [ He plays it off with a 'hehe', but that answers a few things but raises so many questions. Morax had often told of how he planned to have help along the way with Liyue, but rarely did he ever think he'd truly find it. The people inspired enough to make a difference? Brilliant, but he'd hardly tell his old friend that. ] News travels far on the wind and it is pleasing to know even the most busy of the Qixing can find themselves in the free city.
[ They have their back and forth and there's a dismissive but awkwardly little laugh – Venti's at her side, encroaching a little on her space without meaning too. One hand takes her shoulders and turns her mid-point to adjust the trajectory. ]
That would be the best tavern in Mondstadt. Save that for later. Up the stairs, however, you'll find the proper offices of the Knights and the Church. Can't miss them, they don't smell like a winery. Allow me, I was visiting the statue of Barbatos soon.