the seawoman ✷ gi

𓇼 a nightingale tells a tale and a promise is made

KAEYA WAS, QUITE FRANKLY, unable to classify your identity which seemed to rise like the steam of hot chocolate. 

Simplicity came at a cost, thus, to further comprehend the tidal wave of various individuals, Kaeya found himself in his keen interest to classify people. 

Thus, through his subtle findings, would he be adept at interacting with them whilst avoiding confrontation which he dreaded with steady unease. 

However, you were quite the challenge. 

The thundering of rain pounded on the walls of the Ragnvindr manor, however, underneath the artfully made pillow and blanket fort- fright would not dare lay a wretched finger. 

Shadow cranes and diving fish plunged into the valley of light and shadow as the strum of your voice bewitched the two children. Their eyes agape in awe as they unconsciously leaned forward as if they themselves could touch the crane you created or feel the ripple of sea between their fingers. 

"Thus, the crane danced into the sea- seeking the unfathomable resting place that only the sea possessed." Your supple hands adroitly shift into that of a diving crane with ease, rhythmic yet fickle like moonlight kissing midnight water. "Then, the crane shot up into the sky like a fallen star reaching toward the heavens!" The cascading light of the steadfast candle swayed slightly as your hands imitate the swirling motions of a crane spinning up into the abyssal sky. 

"Wow!" exclaimed Diluc, who grasped the hand of his brother underneath the comfort of wool blankets. "Did the crane turn into a human, like they wanted?" 

You smile soundly, your eyes subtly lit by the forbearing and serene candle. "Well, that is up for you to decide Diluc dear." 

Diluc pouts as Kaeya then adds with peculiarity and childish disappointment, "But- don't all stories have endings, Auntie? Like the one's father tells us."

To Kaeya, the story was mystifying and frustrating. 'There is no ending?' Pondered Kaeya in evident befuddlement, his eyebrows furrowing in a seemingly endearing fashion that made you chuckle soundly. 

"Not all stories need direct endings... sometimes, it's more fun to think of an ending yourself." 

Diluc and Kaeya gradually nod in response (despite not fully grasping the words you uttered), having now grown accustomed to your 'mind reading' as they have insisted with such wonder. 

You emit a tender sigh as you observe the two children cuddled in front of you with benevolence. Candlelight touched the fabrics of the blankets and pillows as a mellow tune of pattering rain and humming hearts lulled the humble ache in your soul. The subtle rewinding of vibrant hues of elated memories thrummed in your head: playing hide and seek with the children, discovering the pleasant hues of butterflies, and playing petty tricks on their father who could only whisper in your ear 'I knew you would like them.'

"Auntie?"

Your smile widens anew, the pricking of tears now retreating. "Yes, Diluc?" 

"Can you tell us another story?" 

"Another story?" Your question with peculiarity, the expressions of the two boys brightening as you repeat the statement. "Don't you believe it is quite late for another?" 

"This story is special!" Remarks Diluc with animation. "We want to know about your homeland!" 

You pause for a fleeting moment. Your pensive mind rummages for an answer. However, you glance concisely at the ravine of memories before replying lightly, "Alright then, lie down and I will tell you about where I came from."