Apples and Sunsettias

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The orchard within the Whispering Woods is nothing like the ones all over Teyvat. Under the sunrise, the apples glowed more rosy than they do in the dayshine. The branches of each tree spread out as if so proud of the bounty they brought and sweetness given within each one. It was a party of colours, of chaos and order, of a beauty that sprung from simple seeds blessed with mud and rain. 

This was my escape, my safe haven, my home.

One day I was awoken by a cacophony of squawks and wings beating against my bedroom window. Bloody pigeons. Cursing, I swung the window open to let rays of sunshine pour into the dimly lit room. 

The room smelled of old paper,  with bookshelves that reached the ceiling which was filled to the brim with books I probably never touched or read. The discoloured red carpet was barely visible underneath the treasure maps and drawings from my friends. 

I slipped into some slippers and clambered down the stairs, clutching onto the hand railings as I almost fall down the stairs. I cursed again. 

As I prepared breakfast for myself, I heard a knock on the door. I stopped in my tracks. I never get visitors. Cautiously, I approached the door, reached for an umbrella and slightly opened it.

"Mm, yes, who this," I muttered, making my voice an octave lower than normal. Unfortunately, my voice cracked under the pressure. My heart skipped a beat as I felt myself blush. That was embarrassing. 

There was a cough behind the door. 

"Diluc Ragnvindr, owner of the Dawn Winery." His voice was deep, and it gave him an air of solid confidence and was so very easy on the ears. It was sorta hot. 

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