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open starter for gnostic hymns

He hadn't exactly stopped the little fungus when it followed him through the forest. It seemed smaller than it's friends and wasn't hostile, so he let it just lurk around as he was walking. Cyno had a few tasks which took him out to Gandharva Ville and honestly, the fungi of the area were the least of his worries, one little curious follower didn't bother him in the slightest. It was just a little floating dendro fungus, nothing terrifying. Some of the children were curious about his new friend and none of the adults dared question the General Mahamatra. The little guy didn't mind his jokes either it seemed. It felt good to be appreciated for once! By the time he'd gotten through most of his tasks, the fungus had taken to sitting atop his helmet. Not that Cyno had any immediate desire to brush it off.

The problem came when he had to venture further into the forest, to a section where the rangers wouldn't be for some time yet. The morning patrol had already passed and the afternoon patrol wasn't due for another few hours. That itself wasn't the problem. The problem was that he'd gotten attached. To the fungus. Nothing he'd admit out loud. But the fungus had crept it's little way past his tight defences, into his heart. Which meant he had started talking to it. Calling it a name. Defending it.

Which meant when the hillichurls ambushed him, he had something he needed to worry about protecting. Something… very small and susceptible to his attacks. He'd fought with others before. Fought to protect things before. But nothing so… small and vulnerable to everything he was using against threats. It threw him off significantly. Enough that, though he won, he was injured and limping.

"Well Fundro," he wheezed. "That wasn't my wisest idea, was it."

Such a joyous season leaves Mondstadt feeling rather cozy, doesn’t it? A small town, a place where everyone knows everyone, and The Angel’s Share is looking to capitalize on that. It’s a karaoke night at the Angel’s Share, and you’re invited. Feel free to attend and help build community bonds through a night of singing and drinking (must be of legal drinking age).

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Venti sat at the counter, nursing a drink as his eyes scanned the room with mild interest.

In the background, there could be heard music, though this time obviously not from yours truly (or any tavern-attending bard for that matter). No, this time – oh, this time – it was loud and slightly chaotic; even the normally secluded second floor wasn’t spared.

What’s the occasion, you ask? Why, Angel’s Share – the very Angel’s Share run by none other than the Diluc Stick-in-the– Ragnvindr – was hosting a night of karaoke! Well, would you believe that.

… Well, Venti had no choice but to believe that, as the… symphony… reverberating in the room could only be born of such an authentic event. Not to say sober – that it was certainly not. The musician could only pity the people living around the tavern. Of course, the Archon would never go as far as to call his people’s manifestation of inner passion awful, or horrendous, or cacophonous. However, the person sitting next to him definitely would, if their expression is anything to go by. 

Open Starter for anyone!

He hadn't been so engrossed in a book for awhile.

Though he was free to leave Wanwen Bookshop once paying for his book, he loitered inside among the shelves, eyes fixed on the text before him. The novel he read, one of daring adventures and battles with epic moves to outdo the last, was truly captivating, an inspiration for his own writing.

Eventually, shooed out by Jifang, he left, eyes still on his book. He walked on autopilot through Liyue Harbor, stopping only when he found an adequate bench to continue reading on by one of the many lotus ponds.

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Speaking of his own writing,

"Oh no." Xingqiu patted the inside pocket of his jacket where his outlined sequel to A Legend of Sword had been. He'd thought that the papers with the outline haphazardly scrawled on it would be safe, but it must have scattered all over the ground as he'd walked, oblivious to everything but his new book.

He stood up, immediately gesturing to the nearest passerby, keeping his tone as polite yet urgent as possible.

"Wait, noble stranger. I have a favor to ask of you, and one I am willing to repay. Some documents which are of the utmost importance to myself have gotten lost around town, and I would appreciate your confidentiality should you find them. They're all handwritten, and should be around here somewhere. Might you have the time to help me?"