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#𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑼𝑺 : — selective & private headcanon-based portrayal of 𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑨 𝑴𝑬𝑮𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑺 from MHY’s 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐓. this blog may have certain themes not appropriate for all audiences, follow at your own discretion. 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈.

divined by 𝐌𝐀𝐉𝐀. ( 25+ she/they )

THE ONE AT THE CROSSROADS.

questioning yourself again? well it's a hard choice is it not. you always decide you've made your mind but you seem to nevertheless return to this state of uncertainty. are you good or evil? dark or light alas? alas, I am not fit for such details in morality. In my slightly skewed sight of it, neither truly exist. they are but a mindset, but mindset or not, they still give you quite the anxieties hm? you are one who has lived in fear, your heart is hidden, and you don't know who to trust. you doubt you can even trust yourself. the caustic words of poisonous people have corroded into your skull. "you are evil. you are a monster. you are bad." well that is indeed a bunch of poppycock, mind my language, for the only one who may decide that is you. my dear, you are torn between never allowing others to hurt the ways you hurt, and from running away from all who might harm you again, with gnashing teeth. you are a cornered animal who has been kicked by the ones it trusted. you do not know whether to trust again, for your mind is screaming, don't. but if I may, you can be both. it is not the question of whether you are good or evil, it is the question, what do I deserve and how might I reach that? you do not deserve pain, correct? so never chase that, instead kindly decline and flee from those like your past assailants, but trust the ones who you know are good. sometimes you will find people to be a messy combination of both pain and love, but so are you and I. my advice is to simply be kind, but be willing to question. always question, always wonder. do not give away your heart on a silver platter my dear, it is worth far more than the sun himself, but don't fail to allow healing. you deserve good things in life. so as you stand between two roads, walk between the third you just now have noticed. life seems to be made of entirely preposterous choices, but if you look close enough, you'll reveal the right ones that are normally hidden from sight. breathe my dear, things will be well. trust yourself, and carve your own path.

mona flattens herself against a building, concealing her presence as she plans for her next course of action. the hydromancer hadn’t expected to come across that very same harbinger who spouted nonsense about the sky and stars being a lie. if anything, she had hoped that would be their only encounter after his absurd claim left a bitter taste in her mouth; a confrontation with him was the last thing she wanted. she did not need the stars to foretell what would happen should they cross paths once again, mona already knew that he’d only fan the flames of her ire should they converse. expelling a disgruntled sigh, the astrologist continues scrutinizing him, waiting with bated breath for an opportunity to abscond. 

intuition tells her to be wary of the mysterious woman her despite her innocuous appearance. mona had never been lead astray by precognition, she had made it this far in life relying on such an ability, after all. but there were instances where she ignored those warnings, and such a time was this. not one to leave someone who could need her help, the astrologist approaches cautiously. “ . . . are you in need of assistance?” 

“the truth is priceless and invaluable: whether it’s what you seek, or a bitter elixir to imbibe,” mona forewarns while skillfully adjusting her scryglass to get a clearer reading. it had become a part of her routine, disclosing that what she discovers might not be what her client will want to hear prior to unveiling their fate. many have accepted what she had divined, but a handful have rebuked what she’s scryed from the stars. it had once aggrieved her, how their resentment grew in the face of her honesty, but how could she sully her noble magecraft by lying? “are you prepared?”

though their strange encounter had been brief, the musician hailing from liyue had left an impression on mona. the melody which had been skillfully spun reenters her mind from time to time, often accompanied by fumbling fingers attempting to reenact the performance the astrologist had been privy to. perhaps it was a mere whimsy of hers, but it was a curiosity that wouldn’t abate lest she indulge in it. mona would go at any length for research, so traveling to liyue was but a small consequence for the greater good of furthering her knowledge. the obstacle that stands before her now would be to find the person in question, so she took to approaching the locale, inquiring about xinyan’s latest whereabouts. “she’s a musician about this tall, dark hair pulled up like so to give a spiky effect. ah, she also bears a vision . . . does that ring a bell?”

kaeya alberich, pavo ocellus; merely one of many constellations she’s scryed through hydromancy. her brief glance of his character had lead to a less than savory reading, and she will admit that it’s made her quite wary of him. there were many indicators that kaeya alberich was an upstanding citizen of mondstadt, he was a member of the ordo favonious, holds a position of authority amongst the ranks, even. but there was still something about the cavalry captain that she couldn’t quite put her finger on, an air of mystery that piqued her curiosity. and what better way to quench one’s inquisitiveness than at a tavern? 

she sits upon one of angel’s share bar stools, signaling for charles to approach to take her order as she settles in. merchants and knights are as horrendous as wives and spinsters in terms of information and gossip; eavesdropping on a few conversations would do her well. the astrologist smiles as soon as charles arrives, quickly supplying her drink of choice for the night. “boreal watch, please—” as soon as she orders, mona turns the other way, scanning the crowd and listening closely to the conversations unfolding around her. 

it seemed to be common knowledge among the folk of mondstadt that the chief alchemist of the ordo favonious had quite a knack for the fine arts. as an individual who hailed from fontaine, a nation renown for it’s diversity and love of the arts, it piqued her interest the few times it came up in conversation. mona liked to consider herself as someone who enjoyed art; she could appreciate art’s objectivity and abstractness, the thoughts and emotions it provoked, and the messages that could be conveyed through line and color. equipped with such a mindset, the astrologist almost felt compelled to seek out the alchemist in question and needle them for a peek into their sketchbook. not one to settle while her curiosity is piqued, mona did just that: sought out the individual who occupied her thoughts to quiet the questions buzzing around in her mind. now she stands before their laboratory, tapping her knuckles against the heavy wooden doors to indicate her presence, patiently awaiting a response.