Blown To You - [Diluc Ragnvindr x F. Reader]

1 - Mondstadt and Its Bard

The wind was different.

How absurd. The wind was all over Teyvat and it had always been there, but it was so subtle that I never paid any attention to it before. Then how come I kept on feeling its presence now? What changed?

Ever since arriving in Mondstadt, there was no moment that I didn't feel the wind. Every second of every hour it made its existence known. And it was very strange how I acknowledged that there was something with me yet there was none.

It was as if the wind was alive.

Such silly thoughts, but it was truly difficult to put into words because the disparity was not seen, it was felt.

"Venti is going to sing. Let's listen, come on." an adventurer said, beckoning his friends to come near a bard.

On the topmost of the staircase that was aligned with the city gates, the bard, or Venti, was strumming his lyre at the fountain. He was playing an unfamiliar tune, and a small crowd started gathering around him.

"Right now, I wish I was sitting on top of a tree, looking out over a meadow, cider in hand," Venti said, "but this crowd is expecting a song from me, so I have no choice but to agree."

The city was bustling with life and the sun was at its peak in the sky. With two suitcases in both hands, I was supposed to be searching for Donna when I arrived in Mondstadt, but unfortunately, the melody that Venti was creating enticed me to listen.

"One song won't hurt, right? She can wait." I whispered.

I climbed the staircase to approach the growing crowd. Suddenly, the wind passed by bringing along a rainfall of Dandelions. It made a mirage of snow as its seeds were scattered on the ground like snowflakes.

"The wind is here!" a girl said in the crowd.

"Barbatos is listening, Venti." another one said.

Venti laughed mischievously as if he found the situation amusing. "It's the greatest honor for a bard to have Lord Barbatos as an audience. Now, citizens, listen to this melody for this is one of the best that I can guarantee."

I stood in the back of the crowd before placing both suitcases on the ground. With a strum on his lyre, Venti started singing.

There will come a soldier

Who carries a mighty sword

He will tear your city down

Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord

Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord

He will tear your city down

Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord

The crowd continued to grow. Some were eager to listen, and some were curious about the commotion.

I had to admit that Venti was amazing. He had a beautiful voice, and he was extremely talented. The tune he was playing was not something that an amateur could pull off, not even by luck, I believe it required thorough and consistent practice to reach his level.

By the end of his performance, the crowd gave him a round of applause. "Thank you, thank you," Venti said.

The crowd slowly dismissed while I, too, decided to leave and continue my search for Donna's workplace. However, another gush of wind blew right past me and ruined my hair in the process.