[open] invitation of windblume!

[concierto]

Sender: Venti
To: Everyone!
Subject: A rose by any other name is still a rose!

Hello there! It appears that this world is entering its Spring Solstice and with such a season brings new life and new flowers to everything the sun touches! I'd like to share with you a tradition during this time of year from my homeland, the beautiful and free city of Mondstadt. And that is the Windblume festival.

During this time of year, many will offer flowers in tribute to the god of freedom! Yet, what is more important is the tradition of gifting flowers to those you love and hold dear. The choice of flowers can say a lot about a person's feelings! When gifting precious flowers to those you love and adore the carefully picked flower should be one that means something to you and that precious relationship.

While this time of year doesn't necessarily have to mean these gestures are romantic there is another tradition of sending your most adored one a love poem. A perfect time to be confessing your heart's song to the one who holds your heart! Ehe, isn't that lovely?

I, as a travelling bard, have spent many years seeing the Windblume season! And with it, I have written hundreds of poems and know exactly how to weave love's verse. I would like to offer my assistance in helping you find the words to write your own love letter or poem to the one you hold dear or wish to confess to! Do tell me all about the one you hold in your heart and allow me to help you craft the words to express your heart's feelings.

Please, it would be my pleasure!

[Spill the tea on your love lives and in return Venti will help you confess in a love letter! Come on, get spilling! He loves the gossip!]

Comments

[abyssbound]

Foolish.

[For about a minute, that's the only word Asura writes to describe the person in question. But then more words begin to form on the page...]

Noble, altruistic, far too self-sacrificing, unspeakably stubborn.

Miracle.

[concierto]

[He has to giggle at that instantaneous honesty. How cute.]

Wonderful choices of words. How does this sound?

Love, cannot be defined by something strong, but weak.
Knees weakening at the thought of your heart
Your pain, your recklessness as you reach for the sky
Your face crumbling, statues falling, broken art

For how you give to others, give to me
I cannot fathom how it makes me feel
Weak, endearing and full of all-consuming to see
Love

Love is not weak
How you make me think twice again and again
like a miracle, love like sweetness as I bite my cheek
How foolish you are to make think
Love

[abyssbound]

[There's no response for a long while, but eventually Asura writes back:]

No, you're nowhere close.

[And yet Asura doesn't bother elaborating, because spilling all of his feelings about Taishakuten in writing to an absolute stranger isn't something he cares to do.]

It really doesn't matter anyway, though.

[concierto]

Oh no! Forgive me for the shoddy first draft! But that is all it is, a first draft! That is the beauty of working with words, is it not? Ehe!

[He giggles and decides he absolutely must get to the bottom of this one. Let's fucking go.]

Do let me try again! Why don't you tell me all about how this love of yours is a miracle?

[abyssbound]

No.

[He's not ripping open that fresh wound to a stranger, Venti, not even with the level of relative anonymity provided by the journals.]

[concierto]

[No you don't, Asura. He's going to sit here and poke and pry for as long as he needs to.]

But I insist! To get the notes right in return for the heartfelt words you gave to me.

Tell how your loved one is foolish. Perhaps they did something you didn't like? Did something they truly didn't have to do for the sake of another? It's such a broad word!

[abyssbound]

[You know what the best part about communicating via magic journal is? The fact that you can simply close the journal and ignore it.

Which Asura does for about thirty whole minutes before finally simply writing back:]

You are prying into something I don't care to discuss.

[concierto]

[Wow, you can't ghost him now, Asura?!]

And yet you were eloquent enough to have picked such beautiful words. I can't help but wonder what the full story is.

[abyssbound]

[Too bad.]

Keep wondering. I don't feel like writing a novel.

[concierto]

[:)]

Never fear, I'll be more than happy to find you off the page.