#ambedoes

an eyeroll, as he types his response:

[ sms: to kugisaki 🔨 ] don't blame this conversation. your self-control is lacking to begin with. [ sms: to kugisaki 🔨 ] i could tell you not to buy it, but then you'll get annoyed. so, just buy it.

He had the tendency of playing a tune with only the strings of the lyre to soothe the mood. All kinds of stories flowed on, through and within the wind each day, both gentle breezes and angry storms, and across the change of seasons, the stellar bard of Mondstadt arrived once again in Nod-Krai.

For the moon returned to the skies of Teyvat, and the tides are shifting once again in the nodes of fate. It was only right to welcome again the ancient authority that once reigned the world, before the Primordial One descended from beyond the stars.

Lord Barbatos (how he drifted away from that old, cranky, rusty title) developed a special interest in showing the familiars of the New Moon how to play the flute... if they had lungs to huff out the air at all.

"Is that right?" He inquired, smiling, an eyebrow raising with genuine curiosity. "Isn't letting the words be carried away by the wind an easing experience?" Venti said, lowering the flute. "Or, you could just sing them!"