( private - sealed heart )

[windblume]

[ While good news carries on the wind, so does bad news. It isn't often that he receives something like this. Barbatos does not have spies, does not send sprites or wisps to spy on his neighbors... but - the wind whispers songs that carry over the centuries to those willing to listen.

Barbatos was always willing to listen to affairs with Morax. It was a week since word spread, easily, if not another. Morax may be a buffoon at times with his feelings, but Barbatos does not encroach.

He doesn't come to Morax immediately when word gets over to him of the fractured foundation that Morax was trying to build.

However, Azhdaha was more than a fissure. 

The Anemo Archon is wise in how he approaches Morax. 

Geo and Anemo do not resonate with one another. He can't sense Geo like a finder, but he knows where he was. Alone, in the cliffs of Mt. Hulao overlooking the golden sunset - that is where he knows he'll find him. He dives fast, swirling clouds with the expanse of his wings as he slows down, a small sack around his waist at his hip. Two aged wines he's buried for special occasions lay bundled away and he doesn't presume Morax would be in the mood to even receive company.

He knows what loss can do to someone, he's seen his people suffer from it -- he's felt it in his own heart. A pleasant breeze kisses against the end of his hair, brushes up to his hood... and finally, the air tastes all the more lighter. ]

Yahoo, Morax! I bring you a gift.

( private - behind closed doors )

[windlead]

[ It was nice to be alone in her office. After hours, when the rest of the Knights are changing duties or going home – Jean can have silence. It's often Lisa or even Klee busting down her door to prattle on about things that make her smile endlessly. It was... nice, but it puts her behind. Hours behind.

Curiously, there is one person who does rarely find her in her office during the day – and that is precisely who will bother her tonight.

Spilled ink on a parchment paper delays her further from getting that paperwork done, to sign off on an upcoming convoy to Liyue – the kind that needs protection. She's already cleaned most of it up but with her papers scattered, she'll need to draft a new request... poor Jean, overworked and never knowing when to quit.

The reality of it was – if not her, who? She believes in the Knights, in their comradery and their strength but... perhaps after seeing what Barbatos had dealt with on a more personal level, she wishes to live up to expectation knowing her own Archon was in the city.

So sad she doesn't live in his honor and end up seated next to the Knights at Angel's Share more often than not. Ah well, back to work. ]