#grayen

@grayen asked: “ would you like to try? ” from albedo.

"What fate do I risk trying such a thing?"

Despite good humour, there is a dubious look upon the bard's features as he surveys that which is offered, brow furrowing with the look. Venti's distastes are well known - that which is slimy and sticky receiving poor reviews in abundance - and he anticipates that something that the alchemist has created is likely to hold one if not both of the properties.

it seemed to be common knowledge among the folk of mondstadt that the chief alchemist of the ordo favonious had quite a knack for the fine arts. as an individual who hailed from fontaine, a nation renown for it’s diversity and love of the arts, it piqued her interest the few times it came up in conversation. mona liked to consider herself as someone who enjoyed art; she could appreciate art’s objectivity and abstractness, the thoughts and emotions it provoked, and the messages that could be conveyed through line and color. equipped with such a mindset, the astrologist almost felt compelled to seek out the alchemist in question and needle them for a peek into their sketchbook. not one to settle while her curiosity is piqued, mona did just that: sought out the individual who occupied her thoughts to quiet the questions buzzing around in her mind. now she stands before their laboratory, tapping her knuckles against the heavy wooden doors to indicate her presence, patiently awaiting a response.

@grayen​ “ why do you ask such a question ? ” from albedo.

PRIDE & PREJUDICE dialogue prompts || (always accepting because I’m literary trash)

IT’S ONLY FITTING THAT he dodges the question like a seasoned professional; answering a query with a curious inquisition of his own. Jean by all rights, isn’t quite sure what to make of that; although the artful avoidance of the knight’s own scrutiny is admirable even if an oddity that she makes no care to dissect. It wasn’t as if she had been hoping to glean some hard earned secret from him. It wasn’t an interrogation and there was certainly no right or wrong answer, yet still the response had tickled her. 

❝Ah, Master Albedo, I surely asked for the same reason you answered a question with another question❞ The blonde remarks with a fond smile, content to humour the enigmatic evasion of her own curiosity. She’d simply been genuinely interested in his opinions, in his thought process and motivations - as if somehow dissecting those nuances would flesh out a friendship that existed solely in the realms of professional acquaintance.