Genshin Impact fanfiction: A different kind of Paimon.

The city of wind and freedom.

Wind and the endless mountains and forests of green. It is morning in Mondstadt, the city awakes to the gentle breeze of anemo. The fisherman fishes and the baker man bakes to the fairest of winds. From the fierce storms that came from dark oceans beyond, to the cool winds that relieve the weary traveler, some would say that you would know you entered the nation of freedom and wind once you are blessed by a cool gale the moment you cross beyond the stone gate. Good hunter's sweat madame fills the airways, attracting the ravenous hungry children and their parents to feast, Sara smiles as the profits start rolling in.

From their elevated positions, the Fatui watched as the city became as active as a swarm of ants. Suppose those ants had their own lives and roles to play out. Like statues, the two of them chatted the day away, speaking of grand plans and great opportunities – Sometimes, the Knights and people would assume that they simply enjoyed doing so, but let them be.

The Cat's tail was abuzz with activity, as its patrons slowly started to trickle in. As people pass it by, they can hear the distinct yammering of a certain young Katzlein, followed shortly thereafter by a few severely drunk patrons getting booted out, while those who remain sober simply laughed it off, the clanking of mugs drowning out the banter.

The knights of Favonius made their rounds, though many of them didn't take it very seriously. Considering that the city was located at the center of a lake, with only one point of entrance, complete with thick walls and imported Fontainian muskets for defense, the whole city was more akin to a fortress than any normal settlement.

Indeed most of the Knights simply used this as a chance to get to know each other. Not that they would slouch on their duties should the time come, but the acting grandmaster would make sure of that if the troops fell behind on discipline.

As one patrol of Knights made the turn that would take them to the fountain in what could be considered the city square, one of them stopped their partner.
"Hm? Is something the matter?"

"No, no, it's just that little fairy is here again."

Placed opposite from good hunter is a wagon. It was richly decorated with all manner of trinkets and esoteric symbols. Doubtlessly the work of an alchemist. It emanates a kind of energy that one would feel from being in the presence of a vision. That primordial, ancient, and ever-powerful control over the elements. Yet it was all placed upon a humble wagon, one that looked as though it were simply taken off the back of some half-poor merchant in need of a quick injection of Mora.

But the Knights, and the children that gathered around it, knew who this wagon belonged to.

She was a small, somewhat diminutive little fairy. But one who has been showing up all over the continent, sometimes at random, for as long as anyone can remember.
She floated above the crowds of children, drawn to her return. Her well-kept crown and white clothing stood out among the grey stone and vibrant colors of the buildings around her. The moment her white hair came forth from her wagon, the children greeted her as though seeing a long-lost friend.

"Miss Paimon! You're in today too?"

"Paimon? Ooh, thank Barbatos... I was getting bored without your stories. Do you have anything new for us?"

"Paimon! Let us hear more stories!"

The little fairy looked at the gathered host of children all around her and giggled. Her crown bobbing back and forth as she looked at them one by one.
"Alright, alright, you guys want Paimon to tell her tales, and you will."

The children cheered. Paimon floated up in the sky for a moment and disappeared without a trace, a few seconds later, she reappeared in her wagon, journal in hand. At a glance, you could tell that it was ancient, the leather was old and the pages yellow with the ravages of time.