[ Freedom dangles in front of Morax, carried by two expansive snowy white wings. It almost felt cruel, in a way. Presenting such a flighty attitude to someone bound by duty and weighted by choices. Barbatos clamors on often as if freedom was so easily obtainable, that if a nameless bard can rip a wall of storms down with his fellow Mondstadter... why can't anyone else? It's optimistic as much as it is foolish.
When Morax swats away at him, he weaves with a laugh and circles around him on a pleasant breeze, one that also catches the Geo's skin too. ]
It will be an even more beautiful day when that arrives – for it will be the standard. Someone earned. Something right.
[ Stopping in front of Morax, Barbatos tilts his head as if he sees a crack in the Geo – no? Maybe? No matter... ]
The change in season is bringing the workers to the fields quicker. Talks of a festival to celebrate seems to be all I hear about. It sounds fun!
[ Of course, that's how he goes. Not the troubles of certain clans still in a struggle for power or any misfortunes. Barbatos speaks of the little victories. ]
I'll send you a prompt invitation when the inaugural day arrives.
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When Morax swats away at him, he weaves with a laugh and circles around him on a pleasant breeze, one that also catches the Geo's skin too. ]
It will be an even more beautiful day when that arrives – for it will be the standard. Someone earned. Something right.
[ Stopping in front of Morax, Barbatos tilts his head as if he sees a crack in the Geo – no? Maybe? No matter... ]
The change in season is bringing the workers to the fields quicker. Talks of a festival to celebrate seems to be all I hear about. It sounds fun!
[ Of course, that's how he goes. Not the troubles of certain clans still in a struggle for power or any misfortunes. Barbatos speaks of the little victories. ]
I'll send you a prompt invitation when the inaugural day arrives.