"Venti! Tell us a new one!"
The bard in question snickered at the chorus of agreement that circled within the group of children at his feet. With the Windblume festival around the corner, their festive cheer had led them straight to the lively musician of Mondstadt who shared the same excitement.
Venti tilted his gaze to the sky, watching the evidence of spring drift by in the dandelion seeds and Windwheel aster petals on the breeze. A new tale to tell? Why, he had many. None of which felt particularly suitable for the atmosphere nor the innocence of the children.
As they chattered amongst themselves, Venti nosied in on the conversations of the wind spirits lingering about the statue of Barbatos by the cathedral. Some were past memories frozen in time and eternally cursed to replay when the right time of year came around. Others included the chatter and gossip of the more conscious spirits. A single name stood out from one conversation.
Venti sighed, feeling a passing touch of melancholy at the reminder. He hadn't heard of that name for quite some time. The mere reminder of her tale fueled him with inspiration as the words of his next performance spun themselves into existence.
With a clap of his hands, he had the children of Mond's attention. The anticipation must have been evident on Venti's face for they all shared giddy glances.
"If a new story is what you desire, then it is what you shall have my dear friends!" said Venti.
The softest strum of the strings on his lyre and the tale was underway.
...
There once was a lady of all the lands,
Who waded through the seas and sand.
With a heart full of freedom,
And a tale for every season.
She had done all but one thing,
Find another that made her heart sing.
And play as she did,
Amongst the spectators her heart hid.
With longing in his eyes,
He told nothing but lies.
Fate was cruel,
And they were mere tools.
Caught in a whirlwind,
Their distance thinned.
They found one another,
A whole world to discover.
Until time tore them apart,
And they lost their joined heart.
An unfinished tale,
The pages left pale.
The lady of all the lands,
Never one to show her hand.
...
Frowns pulled on the children's faces, the story not quite how they imagined it to be. A low murmur passed through the group as they waited for Venti to continue but he showed no sign of revealing the ending.
"I don't get it," whined a freckled boy.
"Me either," huffed a girl in pigtails. "What happened to the lady and her heart? Why is there no ending?"
Venti smiled softly. "Because the story hasn't yet reached the end. It is being written as we speak."
A few understood, their eyes widening with understanding. Though some scratched their heads, still struggling to understand the story in its essence.
Before Venti could explain further, the click of heels announced the arrival of the librarian who was originally responsible for the care of the children. She clapped for the performance to which the children appeared saddened that they would soon be leaving with her.
"Wonderful performance, Venti!" she said graciously. "Now, cuties, I think it's time we get back to the library, yes? Those books won't read themselves~"
Some agreed happily whilst others seemed reluctant to return to the dim library for quiet reading time. Venti chuckled quietly, waving them goodbye as they filed off. Lisa lingered, keeping a watchful eye on the kids as they headed for the Knights of Favonius headquarters.
"How is she doing?" asked Lisa.
A thoughtful expression painted over the Archon's face as he glanced up to the sky where his statue held its hands to the clouds.
"She has her work cut out for her. But there is no one in this upside down world more capable than her," he replied confidently. "The beauty of the wind is its ability to reach the furthest corners of the earth. It's agile and turns in a cycle, no beginning or end. An impossible feat becomes possible. Y/N carried freedom with her everywhere she went, the winds will reward her for her strength. Though it will definitely take her a long while yet."
Lisa nodded, satisfied with the update on Mondstadt's beloved wind spirit. Everyone had been saddened by her disappearance and a Windblume without her would be unusual. With a delicate wave of her fingers, Lisa bid goodbye to the Archon.
In the quiet of the courtyard, Barbatos and his wind spirits sent their well wishes on the spring zephyrs hoping they'd find the girl on the breeze.
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A Truth For A Truth ( Scaramouche X Fem Reader )
FanfictionY/N has more secrets than she knows what to do with. For years, she has had everyone in the palace convinced she is but an innocent musician that gained the favour of the Tsaritsa. Underneath the surface however, she is not even entirely human, let...
