#fxrina

mundanemiseries asked:

(@fxrina) a small package is left out of the cavalry captain, a package from Fontaine. A small, delicately baked cake, a gift from the nation's former archon.

Ah, Fontaine. The land of justice and performance, once ruled by a God so magnificent as she was beloved. Kaeya Alberich has never graced the nation of Hydro with his presence, though motivation has never lacked in that regard. Knightly duties keep him in Mondstadt most of the time, but he still possesses a free spirit, longing for new adventures and discoveries. Following that train of thought, one would be valid in assuming that he is a child of Mond at heart, embodying and valorizing freedom.

Surprise is thus justified once his gaze rests on the small package, neatly arranged and emanating a sweet fragrance. Slender digits reach out to undo the bow of beautiful azure color, pleasant to the touch. Inside the package, he finds a cake and... little else apart from a small note. It is addressed to... him...?

... ... ...

This cannot be a coincidence, can it? Not on a date so specific. But then again, how could someone of that caliber be bothered with an unimportant existence such as his, having never met him? Kaeya's senses tell him he should soon investigate.

Could it be that the former archon had thought about visiting Mondstadt? And had, thus, conducted her own research regarding people in power? Had she planned on fortifying the alliance between Mondstadt and Fontaine...?

No, no. That did not quite make sense. If that was indeed her plan, then she could have reached out to Jean instead, his devoted superior. Besides, would political maneuvers be in the former Archon's mind when she had stepped away from the position...?

So many questions, yet so few answers.

For once, the knight's interest veils his understanding, and he fails to see the simple gesture as it is: a simple gesture, congratulating him on this special day. Logistics make getting answers a difficult task, but it is nothing a friendly letter could not tend to. As such, the knight would soon pick a sheet of papyrus paper and a feather pen. He would hesitate on who to address it to, twirling the feather pen in between his fingers as his gaze became distant; pensive. Having stepped away from her position, the woman did not engage with him as an Archon, but as herself. Reaching that conclusion, the knight would commence the letter as such:

Guizhong Xiangu sat on a log. In front of her was a steadily growing campfire, and atop it a pot, ready and waiting for ingredients to be added. This would be her camp for the night, and after the long day, she was looking forward to settling down with a hot meal.

@mundanemiseries &&. said... " h-hey!  what’d you do that for ? " (if it's not too late to send smth in from this meme, from @/fxrina!)

the  wind  curls  around  him,  lifting  the  wanderer  as  if  he  is  cradled  amid  an  invisible  set  of  hands.  it  deposits  him  gently,  shoes  tapping  lightly  against  the  railing  —  clothes  still  swaying  hypnotically  in  the  breeze.  though  he  has  his  back  turned,  he  shoots  her  a  glance  over  his  shoulder.  a  rare,  mischievous  smirk  pulls  at  the  corners  of  his  mouth  and  ren's  eyes  seem  to  glitter  like  polished  gemstones  with  unapologetic  delight.  in  his  hand,  he  clutches  his  prize  —  a  hat,  and  one  that  ( in a surprising turn of events ) most  certainly  doesn't  BELONG  to  him. strange; usually he's on the receiving end of such antics. it's a bit cathartic to take initiative for once.

❝  hmm?  ❞   the  wanderer  feigns  IGNORANCE.  it's  painfully  obvious  he  knows  exactly  what  he's  doing.  ❝  i  was  curious.  ❞  and  he  was  —  truly.  his  manner  of  expressing  as  much  merely  happens  to  resemble  that  of  a  magpie,  plucking  up  whatever  shiny  bits  and  baubles  that  happen  to  catch  his  eye  —  presumably  to  line  a  prospective  nest.  ren  glances  down  at  the  hat,  tilting  it  to  and  fro.  it's  a  fine  creation  —  richly  colored  and  lovingly  detailed.  the  fabric  feels  pleasant  beneath  his  fingers,  and  he's  awfully  picky  about  TEXTURES.  he  can  see  why  she  might  be  a  bit  irritated  to  have  it  SNATCHED  AWAY  unceremoniously.   ❝  this sort of thing is still popular around here? ❞   the  wanderer  muses aloud, with a quizzical cant of the head.  ❝ ... fontaine fashion truly is something else.  ❞ so  complex.  so  detailed.  aesthetics aside, he  oft  finds  himself  wondering  how  anyone  manages  to  move  with  so  many  ruffles  and  buttons  galore. barring a despairingly formal setting, it seems a bit impractical.

❝  you can relax. ❞ he continues. ❝  if  i  had  any  intention  of  STEALING  IT,  don't  you  think  i  would  have  flown  away  by  now?  ❞  out  of  curiosity,  he  slides  the  kasa  from  atop  his  head  —  replacing  it  with  the  other  hat.  perhaps  he's  pushing  his  LUCK  a  bit,  but  ren  can't  bring  himself  to  care.  he's  been  entirely  transparent  with  his  intentions.  is  there  really  any  point  in  making  such  a  fuss  about  it?

❝  ... how  does  it  look?  ❞  he  doesn't  have  a  mirror  on  hand  to  check;  such  a  shame.  (  or  rather,  it  would  be  if  he  didn't  find  his  own  reflection  a  bit  UNCOMFORTABLE  to  look  at.  )

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