of earth & stars

[solidifier]

( from here )

Speculate or find oneself reaching for something always out of grasp? The notions are distinctly different, but so easily confused.

[ He could comment on it – on how the last time their paths cross so, wine was dumped against him or the music Venti provided calmed a rage worthy of a dragon. Zhongli is almost nervous to see if his words were truthful, for history does have a habit of repeating itself unless someone intervenes.

The fact cannot be denied: Venti is still on his way, whether his state is favorable or not. Bickering like children would do no good, so Zhongli simply takes his jabs. Gently, with a spear sharp, apparently! Venti deserved some ribbing. ]

That isn't the word I'd use to describe your presence, but that is good to know. The world would miss your songs and the wind's blow.

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oh boy slides in here late sorry for the delay!

[gusting]

then, it is good that we are old, and with age comes the wisdom to discern those differences! well, in most cases. they do say that after a certain age, the mind dulls instead of sharpens. but, i for one need not worry about that, for my age pales in comparison to yours!

[ it seems.......the fountain of old man jokes.....never runs dry! they are certainly easier to tell than it is to comment on the second part of zhongli's text which... makes him feel quietly pleased. warmed, somehow. benevolence, in his mind, is worth far less than the simple fact that zhongli would miss his presence ( he's choosing to interpret the statement that way, zhongli is after all still part of this world! ) should he disappear and not for one of his trademark naps. ]

there is something romantic about it, don’t you think? constantly reaching for something just beyond your own fingertips, and even knowing that you will never hold in its entirety, still striving regardless.