Furina When The Curtain Falls

Scene 21 | God of Freedom

The lights illuminated by Fontaine's technology mirrored in her blindfolds, tracing over her pale figure as she stared absentmindedly. Although she could still see through the cloth, there was those darkened blue hues that stopped her from having a completely clear vision of the scene below. Her fingers itched to reach out and remove the said thing, to see the performance the Traveler promised and admire it with her own eyes.

She couldn't with the Anemo Archon happily holding his third fonta beside her.

His feet swaying back and forth to the edge of the tower, not seemingly scared that he might possibly fall off. But it not like a God like him has any purpose to be scared, much less a height he could flawlessly fly with a swift of his godly prowess.

His turquoise eyes glimmered and it met with hers. A playful glint and among it was a glimmer of color, the shade of anemo that swirled in his eyes. Reminding her, that this person with her was not human at all.

Furina took a sharp breath in alarm and those intense eyes disappeared. In return, her viridiscent gem glowed in her chest, sensing the presence of another God.

His gaze went to the necklace as if curious and Furina immediately held it in a tight grip, hiding it beneath her cloak. She felt his eyes on her and she acted oblivious, focusing her attention elsewhere as the people began to prepare for the performance.

Yet her eyes clenched shut, feeling the beat of her heart. It strummed in an uncontrollable serenade and she felt another set of vision coming in to greet her like an unwanted guest.

Countless of roar soared the nation of wind and songs. Spears and bows in hand as they pointed it towards the tyrant that stole their freedom. A bard in front lead the people to victory, and amongst them, a wisp watched the war take place with curiosity. Following the bard as they marched to meet the God who trapped them in a wall of wind and storm.

The war ended and the people gained their freedom with the cost of fallen comrades. The bard went into an eternal slumber and the wisp that watched everything from the start gained omnipotence, following the wish of a friend that longed freedom.

And that's where it ends, a new Monstadt was born and a God manifested with a promise.

Furina was seeing something that she shouldn't, intruding memories and visions that doesn't belong to her. She wanted it to stop. But the more she felt tensed, plagued by the anxiety of another deity like a sole reminder of what she cannot be, the more those visions kept coming to her.

"A wonderful scenery, don't you think?" His voice woke her from the onslaught of memories. Only then did she notice that she had a death grip to the balcony's edge, making her hand ache and pale.

She loosened her grip as she gulped, looking outside. "It is a..." She whimsically agreed. Her voice trailing off, seeing familiar figures below. "...wonderful scenery."

Seeing her distracted eyes, he continued. "A shame though, this would have been a better experience if my old friend agreed to stay and watch the performance with me." The bard sighed, shaking his head. "But sadly he had to go, I may perhaps have tired him from drinking with me until dawn."

Old friend. She wasn't sure how old that friend of his, considering that Gods have different concept of time.

Then she noticed the silence, as if the Anemo Archon was waiting for her to say something. She fiddled with her hands, desperately pulling along the threads to continue the conversation.

Where was the old Furina that could easily weave the situation with her charade and acts?

The thought made her fiddling fingers halt and she took a deep breath. She was done acting like her past self.