[open] invitation of windblume!

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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

[inveilsible]

I thought... bluebells or something that might mean gratitude? Both for him and Miss Christine. He asked if... he could be my friend and he's teaching me piano, so I feel as though I already owe him a lot.

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I have met him once when I stumbled upon his cozy little music studio in the corner. He seems like quite the enigma. But kind, as you said! I think bluebells would do well.

I'm also happy to hear you're picking up the piano! That would be such a powerful tool under your fingertips.

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I've never tried to learn music before... an instrument, anyway. But I always thought it was pretty.

Are you a musician, Venti-san?

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There's always time to learn.

And that's right! As a bard I have to be proficient at several instruments, actually! There isn't a wind or string instrument I can't pick up.

[And that includes piano!]

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Wow... I think it wouldn't be easy just to learn one, let alone several. You're amazing, Venti-san.

[concierto]

[When you're as old as him there's all the time in the world!]

Thank you! It's my passion, what can I say!

[inveilsible]

Music is? I feel like you're passionate about a lot of things.

[concierto]

Hmm. Yes, music, love, the wind, a nicely chilled glass of cider or wine... I have many passions!

[inveilsible]

[ Wine?

Wine??????? ]

Venti-san, aren't you... a teenager?

[concierto]

[PFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT]

Ehe, I might be a little older than I appear! Just a little bit.

[inveilsible]

... How much of a little bit?

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Now now, Sana my dear. It's not very nice to ask someone that.

[Don't worry about it!!]

[inveilsible]

Venti-san are you a ghost????

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[... You know what??? He's going to set this message to private-]

Yes, but... Will you keep that a secret? I don't want to alarm anyone!

[-Just for the authenticity of this lie.]

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[inveilsible]

[ Well.

SOMEONE SURE IS ALARMED. ]

I'm so sorry! I didn't think that was right! I'm sorry, I hope it wasn't painful when you died... and that you died at all, I'm also very sorry...

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[concierto]

Oh, it's quite alright. It was only a shower of arrows or some such.

[Venti... Please.]

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[inveilsible]

I don't think that's "alright" at all!

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No? I suppose it is all gone and done with, though! I can't come back to life, ehe.

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[inveilsible]

But you can't rest in peace like this, either.

I'm so sorry, Venti-san.

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[concierto]

You're sweet for saying.

As they say I most likely have some unfinished business before I can truly move on. I wonder what it could be?

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[inveilsible]

I see... maybe I can help.

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[concierto]

Oh, I couldn't possibly ask you to help me with that, dear Sana!

[He's laughing..........]

You have so much more to look after than worry about me. It's alright.

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[inveilsible]

I sort of... know of situations where people can't move on, even after their lives have ended, and there's no way to save them. I don't want to think that it would be the same for you, Venti-san... so please let me help.

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[concierto]

[Oh no. Now he feels a little bad... Maybe.]

Oh, is that so? You've seen others in this situation before? Was it difficult?

[He'll play the fool for a while longer.]

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They're sort of beyond communication at that point. But they must be suffering and it's very heartbreaking that I can't do anything for them, even if I destroyed them.