⋮ : “ a holiday guided by the wind. ” : ⋮

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⏝‿ christmas special. ‿⏝

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Another year has passed, and the wind yearns for your presence once more.

a they who yearns is a they who EARNS

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INTRO:

The residents within Monstadt City’s walls are as lively as ever, only further encouraged by the holidays. The tavern is filled with the enthusiasm from regular drunkards, the Church of Favonius serves in charge of the city’s decorations, and the knights standby were anything scheming to ruin the festivity.

In a city guided by freedom, the wind follows the cheerful chatter of Barbatos’s children. The seeds of dandelions are guided along the melodious path, ultimately being led out of Monstadt City walls and circling the Symbol of Monstadt’s Hero. The giant oak tree’s leaves seemed to dance in the night, with the occasional pigeon making its perch along its branches.

Where the wind blew, there went the bard that spoke of the Anemo Archon’s name. Venti, he called himself. Tone Deaf Bard, to those who got close enough. For someone as euphonious as he, he harbored secrets as a witness to this world, that of which would only be shared to those who served a rightful purpose, in this world bounded by laws.

The tips of his fingers traced along the strings of his lyre, the crystalflies pulsating with the rhythm nearby. The bard hummed along with the melody, the corner of his lips twitching into a faint smile with a hint of serenity in his expression. A man typically spending his bourse fulfilling his indulgence in the sweet taste of wine, now falling under the serenade that is the holidays.

“O’ starry night, hear the longing of this world,” he begun, his fingers fluttering along the delicate strings in an intricate dance as he stood in front of the Statue of the Seven. “and determine our fates to which have our hearts so whirled.” his voice trailed off, his eyes darting off to the side upon the whispers of the wind. A smile appeared on his face, his lyre dissipating into anemo energy once he caught sight of an old friend. “Well! It seems even the heavenly principles long for our holidays to be spent together.”

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𓎢𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎡

⏝ CREATOR’S NOTE. ⏝

ᯓᡣ𐭩

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BARBO guys look it’s barb barbatos

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YES. I know it’s the 4th of July. and YES that is in fact jschlatt’s cover.... but I need some JOLLINESS.... and some fillers since im busy with creepypasta art.... BUT HEY! there’s a hint towards my intro and self-indulgent bot at 50 followers 🤤🤤🤤 do I see the archons as being with they/them pronouns like the aeons?? ABSOLUTELY!! do I add it in my writing?.. no.....

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