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— ⏾ get a child leash for this scholar...
commission; elation.
Curiosity drives the scholar like always, and though he’d come to Teyvat with every intention of seeing his beloved fair lady, he couldn’t help but be drawn to a far off land at the promise of being able to solve riddles. As for the treasure? He didn’t care about that in the slightest. He just wanted to be able to put his brilliant mind to use. And if he couldn’t have a debate - not that he was in the mood for that at the moment anyway - then solving a series of complicated riddles had to be the next best thing.
The scenery, though Anaxagoras could never find anything able to compare to the Grove, was incredibly beautiful as well. A great plus to leaving his confines of Amphoreus’ logic box was being able to see the beauty of the worlds and the universe beyond it. A whole universe of sights and scenery that were far from anything else he had ever seen. Of course, his heart always belonged in the Grove, the only home that he had ever known.
A scholar who is used to having eyes upon him feels a stranger’s eyes on his back before he hears the woman’s voice. He turns quickly, turning his head to the side in curiosity at the horns sprouting from her head. More deer-like than the horns that he had seen on Dan Heng’s head - dromas horns, the scholar must remark - how interesting…
“I am not from this world,” Anaxagoras says nonchalantly, arms folding calmly across his chest, “I came here to see someone, but I was intrigued by this ‘black raven’. Not the treasure of course, I have no use for such things. I simply want to solve the riddles, that is all. I’m quite brilliant, I have no doubt that I’ll be able to solve them easily. If you are interested as well, then feel free to use my brilliance for your own benefit too.”
To so boldly state that he is not of this world and flaunt his intelligence like so tells Lauma of two possibilities. One, that this man is more powerful than she might have assumed due to his physical stature, or two, that he is a fool. She does not know enough about him, but she can easily tell that he is telling the truth - the clothes that he wears are far too foreign and made of an intricate material and hold subtle symbols belonging to a culture she does not know. Sheltered as she may have been by the Frostmoon Scions, there is also this otherworldly feeling about him that she cannot place - and so, Lauma places her trust in his words, despite the fact that his ego is obviously quite... well, large.
"I also do not seek the treasure of the black raven," Lauma says, with a small nod of agreement. "But rather, simply, I am curious about what kind of bird this riddle is alluding to, be it metaphorical or literal. Should it be literal, I would think I would like to speak to it," a soft smile can't help but spread across her lips. Lauma has always been fond of the wildlife that surrounds her, treating all animals that approach her with gentle love. She, too, is part of the wild, in one way or the other, and finds great importance in treating animals with respect.
"I am Lauma, of the Frostmoon Scions, but perhaps as someone not native to Teyvat, this means little to you. It is a pleasure to meet you." She makes no remarks on his statements of self-arrogance. People who are truly brilliant do not only say that they are, but show that they are. "If we are both seeking the answer to the riddle, I would not mind going along with your brilliance to see where it takes you."
[where my hug at]
Though suspicious to the average person, the all-seeing eyes of Truth found a sense of charming serenity to posters throughout Nasha Town. Because of that, Bronya – through asking for directions (and getting a variety of incorrect, though eventually correct answers by asking) – eventually found herself before the so-called ‘Moonchanter Lauma’, behind a stall as befittingly crude as the posters that advertised it.
Standing before the stall, Bronya was a bit awkward. She didn’t consider herself timid by any means – in fact, she would consider herself bold if anything – but she wasn’t exactly sure how to approach someone who offered themselves so openly. Matter of fact, Bronya hadn’t entirely understood why she might’ve needed the hug to begin with? Were things at work rough for her? She surely couldn’t have reached all that new of a low-point with funding, considering she hadn’t found herself back to donning the ‘Delivery King’ title as of late. Mayhaps she just…
…Needed it?
“Moonchanter Lauma?” Her voice was uncertain, questioning something she already knew the answer to, “I came to request a hug, as advertised.” She bowed before the taller woman, and there was an undeniable eagerness that Bronya kept tucked away reasonably so – after all, this Lauma seemed like someone that would give a proper hug to those who needed it.
Maybe the childish advertisement was fitting, after all.
⏾ lauma gives hugs.
The obvious eagerness of the young woman brings both a fond and amused smile to Lauma's lips. Speaking so formally, yet these words holds an undertone of childish desire - this is not a bad thing, though. Still, for someone who holds herself with shoulders set like she has seen the end of the world, one would assume that she would have more confidence in addressing Lauma herself. She brings herself to her feet, stepping outside of the hastily made stall - her antlers nearly catching on a low-strung ornament in the shape of a crescent moon. One of the children had made it and had insisted to hang it, and Lauma, in good faith, had obliged.
Children do not think about the worries of the world. Their worlds, in reality, are they, themselves, and just that. The greater troubles of things like leading the people that Lauma carries upon her shoulders are little more relevant to them than the wisps and embers of dreams as they awake for another day of playing and studying all the same. So, perhaps no - perhaps this young woman is not childish, for she seems to carry an all too keen awareness of the world around her - and yet, in her eyes, in her voice, she carries the uncertainty of a child stepping into new territory. It is not in Lauma's nature to make assumptions without proof - yet something nags at her that there is only 'childishness' here because children are tentative when broaching things that seem scary, that seem big.
Is approaching someone for a hug - perhaps even love - scary for her, then? Someone so young, yet someone with such profound eyes - the presence of someone who has seen so many things, yet with the tone of someone nervous. Little, lovely things are sometimes terrifying. Lauma know this well, for she too, is like this.
"I am Moonchanter Lauma," she addresses the stranger with warmth in her voice. "Please, do not be so nervous. I would love to give you a hug." The same warmth that comes to embrace Bronya in tender arms, taking great care to cradle someone who is both young and old, all at once. Being childish isn't so bad, after all - it means you can experience things so wholly, so fully. There is nothing to be anxious about. Here is your moment of reprise.
Kokomi's not, technically, hiding from her duties. She is supposed to be in Nod-Krai, figuring out some trade deal with Nasha Town's leaders, but the isolated city-state is more of a mess of various factions with complex relations than anything else, and that's without the Fatui's habit of sticking their noses into everything. It's exhausting, her formal outfit and hairstyle are only getting less comfortable by the minute, and the cold has her joints flaring up worse than ever, and eventually, her energy gets far too dangerously low, and she just slips off to Hiisi Island in search of some peace and quiet.
She's not technically hiding. Officially, she's "conducting negotiations with the Frostmoon Scions". In reality, she's just looking for an isolated corner of their enclave to huddle into her rarely-used winter cloak and try to get something approaching rest.
...is that a sign offering free hugs?
Oh, to the Abyss with it. No one here will recognise me, especially if I hide in my cloak...
She takes out her coral headdress and tucks it into a pocket, lets her hair down from the headache-inducing ponytail, pulls the fur-lined hood up, and steps up to the stall.
⏾ lauma gives hugs.
Lauma gracefully rises from her stall and exits from the side when she sees someone approach, her lips pulled into a warm smile. The visitor seems almost hesitant to approach, so the fact that she has done so anyway is something that Lauma would like to be proud of for on her behalf. (Or, well, she assumes that it is a girl, considering the long hair that she can see coming out from under the hood.)
"Yes, it is," Lauma assures her, voice gentle. "I wanted to give one to those who were currently feeling like they were in need of some comfort, even if it be from a stranger." And so, with that, Lauma takes extra care to give her a softer, gentler hug. She feels almost tense, and Lauma can practically sense the tension and exhaustion rolling off of her in waves. "Oh dear," she murmurs, beginning to rub small, slow circles into Kokomi's back. "You seem very stressed."
Lauma takes great care not to hold too tight, but to keep her grip somewhat firm. Not firm enough to scare her off, but firm enough to provide reassurance that there is someone to relax into. A small reassurance that she is there, and that should this stranger need it, she can bear some of their troubles and burdens, at the very least, temporarily. "It is going to be okay," she murmurs delicately, and she had the odd urge to hold this stranger like how she would a child from the Frostmoon Scions - in her arms, bundled up, away from the rest of the world.
She does not know this person, but she has the very real impression that she has been carrying so much weight on her for so long. No matter. Lauma will do her beast to ease parts of her burdens, at least for a fragile, fleeting moment.
lauma hug please :dainpien:
⏾ lauma gives hugs.
Lauma watches Dainsleif approach her stall with both a curious gaze and a warm smile. From their time spent together on Nod Krai facing against Rerir, and what little interactions they'd had, she had come to understand that Dainsleif is a troubled person with a troubling past. She hadn't expected for him to come to her directly for any sort of comfort, but that doesn't mean that she wouldn't readily welcome it. Lauma gets to her feet and exits the stall (which had been lovingly decorated by the rest of the Frostmoon Scions).
Although she could greet him and this would be the proper thing to do, as she takes in his expression, she finds that it would be unnecessary. Dainsleif bears a weight that is five hundred years old and there is an oldness and weariness to his posture and face that she knows she cannot erase with a singular hug. He has always given her the impression that he was bearing the weight of the whole world on his shoulders - and although, technically, she thinks this is probably true, that doesn't mean that he doesn't deserve a break - or a warm hug.
So, instead of pleasantries, Lauma takes him into her arms, wrapping them around him. She takes care not to scare him off, moving slowly, acting almost like how one would approach a timid prey animal. Her grip is not tight. He is allowed to leave whenever he so pleases, after all. She would like to perhaps rub a few circles into his back - she has the impression that would also do him some good - but Lauma does not want to push any boundaries.
She will simply hug him until he wishes to let go, until his feet must take him away from this place and to another battle. She will hug him until he must venture forth and die, perhaps, a hundred more times - but Lauma will make sure he walks away knowing that there is always a place that will accept him and welcome him with open arms.

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[SPLIT SECOND] How decisive is your muse? How confident do they need to feel about the outcome of their actions, or how much pre-thinking must they do before they feel they can act? Do they trust in their own decisions?
ask meme !
Lauma is decisive in general, and she is supposed to be if she needs to be a competent Moonchanter for the Frostmoon Scions. We see this with the Fatui and how quick and ready she is to do what she deems necessary in order to help her people - she even goes as far to actually infiltrate the Fatui base in order to get to what she needs. I do think that generally she needs some time to come to an answer and likes to think things over for more long-term problems, but if it's something that is needed to be done in the moment (as we see her stand up quite strongly to the Fatui that were being awful to her people), she'll come to a quick decision about what to do.
She takes her time where she can. I feel a lot of the time her hand is sort of forced when it comes to making decisions due to being under pressure of people's expectations so her feeling confident in herself isn't always a factor but rather necessity in calming people down. However, I also think that she isn't always trusting in her own decisions and especially about ones that do pertain to long term problems, she is unconfident about what to do and gets caught up in her own mind, letting it become an echo chamber rather than anything productive (see: telling the Frostmoon Scions the truth until someone else pushed her to do something). She doesn't always trust in her own decisions, but she is always acutely aware that she must make them.
[MOTHER TONGUE] For bilingual muses: does your character think in one particular language more than another? Are there certain topics or themes that they may be more likely to switch to another?
about the animal talk . . .
ask meme !
About Lauma's speaking with the animals, she seems to hear them speak in a common tongue and responds in said common tongue. To her, their voices are heard essentially in the common tongue and she can hear their voices rather than simply hearing chirps and knowing their language to instinctively translate it. It's both a gift and a curse, something she acknowledges in the Archon Quest - she wakes up to the birds debating whose windowsill is the best to perch on and such like hearing actual people chatter. So, she doesn't think in chirps or squeaks or anything haha.
[MOTHER TONGUE] For bilingual muses: does your character think in one particular language more than another? Are there certain topics or themes that they may be more likely to switch to another?
ask meme !
I think whatever is the common tongue canonically in Teyvat is what Lauma primarily thinks in, but I like to think that the Frostmoon Scions have their own sort of dialect that has been half-forgotten the longer time went on, that probably originated from Hyperborean times. This is made up lore. This is not mentioned anywhere in the game. But logically, I think it would make sense - I believe they were a generally semi-isolated group of people who worshipped the Moon Goddesses (correct me if I'm wrong, anybody) so logically they'd have their own dialect that was passed down through the ages because essentially the Frostmoon Scions picked up where they left off. So, I think Lauma learned it growing up but people speak so much more of the common language that it's sort of just more convenient for that to be her 'main' language. However, I think if it's for the sake of discussing private matters within the Frostmoon Scions, she'll pick that dialect back up to keep things a little more secret or between an inner circle when making decisions.
about aino ! ! !
ask meme !
"Aino is quite the talented child, and her inventions have served to save and aid Nod Krai in times of need multiple times. Her inventions have helped many people, and although I sometimes worry for her situation, living with only Ineffa - I trust that Ineffa is more than capable of caring for her. Should she drop by the Frostmoon Enclave, I would be more than happy to give her a small, sweet treat for her hard work."
— ⏾ a moment of reprise
in which lauma gives blade a cookie.
Hiisi Island is beautiful and serene. The sky is clear and boundless, countless stars adorning the sky with an ever-present moon high up. False it may be, but it is equally beautiful. The night is well-lit - as multiple things on Hiisi Island are sensitive to the flow of kuuvahki, it only makes sense that the moonlight would light up pathways and different statues. Of course, there is the ever-present rustle of the wind through the trees and the last murmurings of animals as they ready themselves to rest in the night, but other than that, it is surprisingly calm - peaceful, quiet.
Lauma has found herself down by the shore again - a habit that she had indulged in for years. In the middle of the night as a teenager, burdened by her responsibilities, she would slip out of her bed and make her way down to the seashore to be away from the Forstmoon Enclave, from her duties - her people. From everything, really. Now, she has returned to this place of peace and reprise, and like all those other nights, she finds herself standing next to the water, watching the reflection of the moon. Lauma bends down, pressing her finger into the water, and she watches how it ripples against the surface. A tiny disturbance - a moment in time, and those ripples reach outwards until they reduce to nothing and until the waters are still again. Such is life - a series of ripples that eventually die out and leave behind calmness.
Since the night is so calm, the sound of footsteps feel louder than they already are, the subtle crunch of sand a clear sound. Lauma immediately stands upright, turning to face the strange traveller. Ah, someone who is not from Nod Krai, she notes. She does not need to think for her usual smile to make its way to her face, friendly, gentle, soft and easy.
"Hello," she greets. "This is a beautiful place for a stroll, no?"
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Throughout Nasha town, a few posters have been crudely taped to walls, with an almost childish suggestion - free hugs at Hiisi island, given by Moonchanter Lauma. It might've even come across like some sort of scam, but perhaps for some reason or another, your muse might feel compelled to visit the Frostmoon Enclave to receive a hug...
( lauma has set up a stall a the frostmoon enclave that you can visit for a hug! send in an ask as detailed as you want to receive a lauma hug... it can be as simple as 'may lauma give my muse a hug' or you can write a buildup. i will have lauma give you a hug. you deserve it. )
— ⏾ a moment of reprise
in which lauma gives blade a cookie.
hydrogen baby vs pegasus + deer ft healer hyacine Σ(°∇°⁈)
Little Ica was doing his job (keeping the child entertained) remarkably well, not that Hyacine had any doubt. Who could resist hanging out with the one and only Pegasus of Amphoreus? Clearly the child agreed with her sentiment. She glanced over at the other. A prayer, huh? Is she praying to an Aeon or a Titan-like figure?
Oh, guess the two were in the same boat then. Foreigners stumbling upon this incident. Hyacine nodded. “Same here. Me and Little Ica were just sightseeing when we noticed the commotion and then,” she gestured in Little Ica’s general direction, “Little Ica found a new playmate, I guess? I’m not sure if it’s helping right now.”
Possession? She thought back to Prof Anaxameus’ situation with the Titan of Reason, Cerces. The two situations didn’t seem so similar but, well, she was no expert in possession. Ohhhh, she’s from Teyvat! Wait, possession’s normal there? Hyacine hummed in thought, there was sure to be some research on the subject, right? Ah, but did they have time for that? Likely not…
Next time around, I’ll be super up to date with the possession lore.
This time around, there didn’t seem much else they could do. She nodded. “Sounds good, I’m sure Little Ica’s able to do quite a bit. Maybe we should start by lending the child—er, the spirit possessing the child an ear?”
Oh! Haha, almost forgot. She smiled at the other. “Before we do, though, I think some introductions are in order! My name’s Hyacinthia but you can call me Hyacine and my Pegasus friend’s Little Ica. It’s nice to meet you! Even in these… strange situations.”
"I am Lauma," she says, and then pauses, before deciding to not introduce herself with any other title. "Just Lauma." The Frostmoon Scions are no people of importance here, after all. "It's wonderful to meet you too, Hyacine. I do agree, though. This situation is most definitely strange." She glances at the child, still attempting to catch Ica. "Let's go deal with this now, shall we?"
And with that, Lauma swiftly makes her way over to the possessed child. She feels bad for the original host of the body - they must be terrified right now. The Frostmoon Scions don't have many stories in their history about possession, but she's heard of it happening before - being taken over by a malicious spirit. The original owner forced to look through the eyes of their own body, unable to stop anything, a victim and forced viewer to the actions of the thing controlling their body - how terrifying, especially for a child. Lauma wants nothing more than to simply take the child into her arms and run her fingers through their hair and soothe them, as she's sure they're terrified - but she will have to deal with the possession first, after all.
"Excuse me," she says, clearing her throat to garner the attention of the heliobus. "You've mentioned wanting to take over the Luofu, yes? Why is that? What is happening?"
"Because the silly Luofu and the Vidyadhara's collaboration must come to na end, and a new uprising must happen! Too long have we Vidyadhara been shunned, non-taken care of - we are sent to battle alongside the other long-lived species, and since we cannot reproduce, when we are killed and unable to return to our eggs, we die forever. Our species slowly crumbles under the weight of the ignorance of the rest of the Luofu! This prospect must be shunned! I will rule over a new, glorious Luofu where we are truly equals with the rest of you!" The child exclaims, pointing an accusing finger at the sky.
Lauma blinks. Oh. Oh, so this is about politics. Oh dear.
[ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ?
— ask meme ⏾
Hilarious ask considering she has no pockets and so much skin is exposed I wonder if Hoyoverse designers just threw together some scraps and called it a day. Anyways, I am subverting the question by actually mentioning the earring attached to her antler! I think it's very important to her and I like to think that it was a gift from her parents with most likely some religious symbolism and meaning, but she keeps it on her wherever she goes because it's a reminder that she has family. :)
[ENTANGLED] Does your muse experience synaesthesia? (eg. tasting sounds, or seeing colours in music) If yes, does this have any effect on their creativity or understanding of certain senses?
— ask meme ⏾
Now that I'm thinking about it, I think it would make sense for her to experience at least something similar through her intense connection to kuuvahki. Especially when the kuuvahki gets like really intense like how it does on Moon Prayer Night, I like to think that she can like see the colours in music (pointy ears used for something) or maybe even hear the colours in music. I think she probably can grasp this in the general sounds when it's not Moon Prayer Night, (she mentioned that during her early life, her connection to kuuvahki was overwhelming) but she's learned to sort of ignore it so that she isn't overwhelmed.

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Another one for you [NOTES] How does your muse track their ideas and thoughts, or things they need to remember? Do they keep written or voice notes, or do they just think/hope that they’ll be able to recall what they need later?
— ask meme ⏾
To me, Lauma is the kind of person that would journal. I remember in canon she's quite fond of the library that the Frostmoon Scions have and she knows a lot of their books cover to cover as they're mostly about myths and such. Since she doesn't really trust herself to talk to anybody and she wants to give the impression that she's handling all of her duties by herself, responsibly, and confidently, I don't think she asks other people to remember things for her (even though she probably should), but she also knows that she's so stressed that she's bound to forget things.
I like to think that she has a little journal that she keeps somewhere on her (her canon design is not canon to me even though I like the colours, give her a coat and pockets I BEG) and a pencil, and she scribbles things down so that she can remember to do certain things at certain points. There are a lot of things to do with the Scions that she will naturally remember (especially in relation to like festivals and things that still pertain to their old religion, even if they're now trying to move onwards past it), but with so much new things having to happen she's gotta journal more. (It's also a good way for her to get her feelings off her chest when she feels like she can't rely on anybody else.)
— ⏾ deer experiences horrors with pink lady
commission; elation.
Lauma has been called saintly before by her fellow Frostmoon scions for the amount of patience she seems to have. She has laughed at such comments before, because in reality, benevolence is something she practices both for herself and others. Remember to be kind, for in a world that is cruel, love can be your greatest weapon. So, despite the appearances of the bandits that had come crying for help during her visit to Liyue, she had accepted them with open arms and with a promise to try and bring their companions back safe. Everyone deserves to be able to come back home to their families. I'm sure they have their reasons for doing the work that they do. Dying alone in an unfamiliar place is not a fate she would wish upon anyone. Naïvely, she dreams of a peaceful death for all beings, surrounded by their loved ones as they are ushered into their final moments.
So, here she is, at the edge of the Chasm, staring below. It's intimidating, she knows, but none of the apprehension shows on her face as she turns to the few bandits that had escorted her there with a smile. "Thank you for taking me here," she says, voice steady and soft. "I'll do my best to return your companions to you."
"Oh, Lady Moonchanter," says one of them, reverently, and Lauma does not wince, but she wants to. That sort of adoration is something she sees often in her homeland, and is something she wanted to avoid. However, circumstances of her identity had been revealed quite early on as affirmation that she had no ill intent, and now, she was to deal with the fallout. "Thank you so much for your help, we will forever be in your debt!"
"I am happy to help," Lauma insists with a shake of her head. "I made a promise, and I will do my best to adhere to my word." So, with the blessings with the bandits, she begins to wander through the upper part of the Chasm. There are many clues detailing the fact that these other bandits had existed (and had been attacked) - ripped clothing, little trinkets along the side of dirty roads - but there is nothing that points to their exact location. Lauma does not get frustrated easily, and she is determined to see it through, but she is beginning to wonder if this requires reinforcements. It is when she has her first thoughts of going back to the entrance to see if she can find anyone else to help when she spots another person in the distance. Picking up her pace, she approaches the stranger.
"Excuse me," she calls, stopping a few steps away from the pink-haired woman. "I do not mean to disturb you, but have you seen a rather large group of women and men anywhere near here? Their friends have asked me to go looking for them after they ventured looking for treasure, and I have unfortunately had little luck finding their whereabouts so far."
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