Nobilis Custos

Ineffable

3rd person's POV

Once arrived, the Noble and her servants were greeted by maids and butlers, encouraging them to enter the mansion and feel at home. The group politely accept and follow the servants to a table adorned with sophisticated cups, silverware and sweets. The warm tea is amazing and seeing how surprised and delighted his mistress is, Izel pulls out a little notebook and politely asks who was in charge of the beverage, all the ingredients used and the detailed steps so he can remake it in the future for his family.
Ahlstarr walks around, more impressed by each step how detailed Diluc's house is, appreciating every vase, carved staircase, chair or library. The always catch-my-hands man's eyes turns into stars when one of the maids suggests a tour of the cellars, and he only agrees when he drags his best buddy into it. So the poor and chilling Arius is dragged by simple force from his chair to whenever the maid is guiding them, leaving Harmonia with her most calm members: Izel and Jala.

"These sweets are amazing, milady!" exclaims Jala, struggling to keep his wings closed. "Have you tried them?"

"Unfortunately, I haven't yet." the lady pins a strand of hair behind the ear to bend closer to her boy who happily offers the cookie he was holding with an ear to ear smile. "Exquisite!"

"I'm happy to hear they are to your linkings, madam." Adelinde bows to such exclamation and expression of genuine surprise. "They all are handmade."

"Take pride in such culinary crafts-" the Noble's voice gets overpowered by a deafening thunder, that made everyone close their shoulders for the inner echoing, but also made them look outside at the raging rainstorm. "Miss, the others are nearby, please bring whatever you may have at your disposal to help them dry off."

"Yes, madam." even if confused, Adelinde brings what requested and without leaving her the time to question how the Noble could say such affirmation, the main door gets slammed open with Aether and the others closing them shut and fall on the ground tired and drenched. "Master Diluc!" the maid rushes to the group and offers whatever they prefer to dry themselves before guiding them to the fireplace.

"Jala~" Venti whines looking at his friend who kept munching cookies. "Please dry us off~ Master Diluc aside, we don't have spare clothes~"

The owl-boy looks at Harmonia to get permission to act, and once obtained it, he just swirls his wrist delivering currents of warm wind that envelop the brave warriors simultaneously, drying them off in a bat of an eyelid.

What a masterful control of Anemo powers... Diluc and Jean keep touching their clothes, astonished how quickly and efficiently the servant did a favor. How can a simple bard know such people?

"Judging by your expression, I deduce you were successful in taking the key item back." when the group nods to Harmonia, she stands before them. "It is my turn then. To avoid catching a cold, please wait inside."

Silently, Jean, Diluc, Aether and Paimon follows the Noble to the main door, and while she goes outside standing her ground the storm, the mortals are devoured by curiosity. Jean already saw the deity calm Stormterror, but she struggled to make her words believable for her senior Diluc, so now is the chance she wished to prove that what's going to happen is indeed ineffable. When Harmonia begins to gather her powers to achieve her task, the moment her palms are facing the raging skies, Venti breaks her focus.

"Sensei, could you do it singing?" he asks with a chirping tone of voice. This time even Jala cannot defend the bard and whispers scolds for him, but he ends up ignored. "Pretty please?"

"That is unnecessary, boy." as soon as the woman turns to face the bard, the mortals witness the godhood she bears hidden from the world's attention. Her minty eyes are long forgotten, now replaced by a sea of stars laid down on a dark background. "Why would you request it? It doesn't change the outcome-"