Kazuha Kaedehara

“A few travelers along the road. They showed it to me and, well, without a companion like Paimon, travelling can get very quiet.”

Too quiet in the more desolate areas. When even nature itself couldn’t comfort them. 

“Honing that skill became a good pastime, as did learning many of the songs of each region. I am no bard, myself, but it is nice. Like an echo of a past adventure.”

“ interesting. is sake a kind of wine? ” because it's rosaria. of course she needs to learn about the drink menu before she sets foot on any new land. “ i suppose we are not the only nation that has deep appreciation for the art of brew. did you know that the best homebrews are made during thunderstorms? if you soak the barrel in rain, the wine will receive a heavenly taste. if you're lucky enough to be struck by lightning, ” whether she means the person or the barrel, she does not specify, “ you have a chance at a legendary brew. some believe that thunderstorms are the combined blessings of three archons: anemo, hydro and electro. i wonder what wine made from such powerful collective would taste like. ”

He shook his head lightly. “Not a wine, exactly, it is an alcoholic drink, though. I prefer it over wine, myself, but do let me know should you feel the same or otherwise if you ever try it.”

From Anemo, Hydro and Electro, hm? He listened closely, as if her words held any truth to them. His gaze drifted to those running amok around the city.

“ it is a custom of ours. this plant we smoke is sacred. when we offer it, it's as much a blessing as it is a ritual. ” for a vowess, she sure likes to lie. committing to the bit, she reaches over to kazuha and presses her palm against his forehead. “ by barbatos's will, may you pass through stormterror's domain unharmed. may your cup be filled with rewards. ”

He stood perfectly still, playing the model (nonexistent) participant in this ritual. “What a strange ritual, though I cannot say it isn’t familiar.” It was his turn to spread falsehoods. “In Inazuma, we have a similar ritual but for sake. It is a shame there isn’t any here.”

He quickly took the empty cup from the table to use as a prop in this exchange of theirs. “You would typically take a cup of sake, like so, and we make a prayer to the Raiden Shogun. Then, we take a few drops and place it upon our foreheads. Finally, we recite: ‘by the will of eternity, may our lives run through the passage of time as this sake has to fall into our cups, an ever growing river until lightning strikes our end’.”

for starters, the real ‘A’'s attention was just as capricious and lethal as that of ‘R’. (motherhood had softened her, the latter had offhandedly mentioned to him once, and albedo's gaze had only fallen to the floor.)

if this new witch's reach extended to teyvat’s borders, then surely there would be more fuss in his immediate vicinity—albedo’s, surely, of all the people to rope in. no; he supposed he would never hear the end of something like that.

and as such he had deemed there to be little cause for concern. allergies were an odd thing, for he had none upon creation and surmised he would never know any if the past four or five centuries were indicative enough. he differed from most lifeforms already; at the same time, it was lord barbatos, almighty god of anemo, who first came to mind when the topic was brought up. did this only mean venti's suffering had recently doubled, albedo wondered?

no matter. it was not among the most pressing of his duties, but albedo took it upon himself to at least look into the matter before alice herself rolled in to make life more chaotic. he almost shuddered at the thought.

the trail had not gone cold just yet, but he could feel its decline with each stop. time was worth its weight in gold to one such as albedo, however. two hours later, right as he was about to fold and leave the ordeal to the true mages, pandemonium be damned, his investigation had taken him to the riverside where he spotted a familiar style of clothing. when he had once spent ages painting a commission inspired by its likeness, how could he forget?

Of course, it was not as if they would stay away from that which they adored. He simply had to find a different part of it to appreciate. The riverside seemed like a good start. Mostly due to the barely apparent breeze. Less likely for allergies to strike with that—that and his scarf did plenty to shield him. 

Right about now they would consider using a leaf as their instrument but… it might not be the wisest of things. So for now, they settled upon thinking up some new haikus. May as well with what time they had. Were he on the Crux, they would not have such concern over pollinated areas. The sea would be all that remained as far as the eye could see. 

Still, rest was always welcome to them—hm? Oh, someone was approaching. The footsteps gave the other away and the winds told them he was familiar. It was when they heard his voice that things began to click. Crimson eyes flickered to his side where Albedo (the painter) stood. 

The very same warmth swirled in Kazuha’s eyes, spilling into their voice. “It’s good to see you as well, Albedo.” A slight bow to further cement the greeting. Humming, their gaze returned to the water only a couple steps away. I suppose haikus will have to await another time. “Well, the winds of freedom are hard to evade, I’m afraid. When the wind calls, it’s near impossible to refuse it. And yourself? Did you come to paint our surroundings?” 

“ should've asked you first. my bad. ” some may argue she is a ‘sorry’ away from remorse, but parsing her words invites more trouble than closure. a long drag later, she asks, “ do you smoke? ”

Even saying that, it didn’t stop them from standing beside her. “I am open to it, however. My vices tend to be a bit more plant-related or so Paimon would say.” Was she right in that assessment? Something for someone else to figure out. 

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settings of time starters || accepting !

Unfortunately, he had no sake to share with the departed. Maybe I should have brought some tea with me… Something to bear in mind for next time. If there was a next time. Perhaps if he walked long enough, talked a decent amount to those departed, he would feel less…

Hm? Oh, someone else is here.

Standing up from the grave he had wished to speak to, he turned to face… a young girl? With her dark clothes, she fit in quite well with the darkness of the night. He smiled as he bowed lightly to her. 

“Greetings. Apologies, am I disturbing you?”

If she was in a similar boat as them, well, he could understand wanting to be alone.

“ i have a better idea, ” perhaps kazuha will immediately pick up the lilt in her voice to signal nothing but mischief; even if he doesn't, there is little room for him to escape her manhandling. “ stand right here. ”

opening the door, rosaria places kazuha right in the doorway; then, with both hands on his shoulders, she urges him to crouch. with her eyes fixated on the clueless fluff-gathering bird in kazuha's hair, little rose lays flat on the ground, ready to pounce; when the cat lunges towards her prey, rosaria pulls kazuha to the side, slamming the door shut at little rose's betrayed cry.

No one on the Crux will learn of this if I have anything to say about it.

Which he very rarely did but maybe this time none would venture far enough to learn? One could only hope.

The mix of that spark and her tone of voice could only mean one thing: Kazuha was to be bait. Resigned to his new fate, Kazuha did not do much to go against Rosaria’s sudden manhandling of him. Little Rose, of course, fell for the plan with ease. Though Kazuha was about ready to dodge themself, Rosaria seemed to want to push him aside herself and so, they allowed that as well. 

“ c'mere, ” she fetches the cat beneath her front legs and ignores her long protesting meow. without calling his name — she expects him to piece together the context clues — she requests, “ help me with the door, please. ”

little rose makes sound arguments against returning indoors; when her voice doesn't cut it, she resorts to force. the nimble creatures she is, little rose breaks free of rosaria's arms with a strong kick, springing into the air and dashing back onto the table outside.

Even with Little Rose making this task far more difficult than necessary, Kazuha couldn’t help the fond smile on their face. Hard to lose his temper with any feline, really. “Would you like me to attempt to coax her into returning inside? Or I can stand this post? If you so wish.”

Of course, Kazuha was a bit more inclined into helping via carrying Little Rose (who wouldn’t be?), but the decision was left to Rosaria. Namely because it was her who was closer to the cat right now. That and he’d already ruined her shot at some cat time, they wouldn’t repeat that mistake.

Absentmindedly, they adjusted their scarf just as a bird decided to perch upon Kazuha’s hair. Oh. The fluff cannot be resisted it seems… wait, oh no—

A white blur seemed to reach out to Kazuha (Little Rose, no doubt) and just like that the samurai had moved away from the door as Little Rose landed upon her feet. Well. The bird remained atop his head as well. “Actually—would you be able to take her inside while I try to convince our new flying friend that my hair is not their home?”