[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

[iracorn]

I can't say I've ever written a poem before, but I think anything would help at this point.]

[He thinks for a moment.]

We were comrades in arms, all studying under the same teacher. So, I suppose there was a good deal of competition. But we worked well together, regardless.

I probably clashed most with Aced. He was perhaps the most competitive of us. In contrast to that, I worked well with Invi, and she was a great support. Gula could always be relied upon for a direct opinion, and Ava was surprisingly strong willed for someone so kind.

[concierto]

What a colorful cast of characters. It seems like you might miss them. Is that true?

[He is picking and putting together a few choice lines...]

[iracorn]

Very much so. They're very important to me.

[Even if they aren't on the best of terms right now.]

[concierto]

Now, forgive me if this is short. And while I wasn't going to write poems for anything other than love today... I hope that someday you'll find the beginning for yourself and your friends after your war.


Wake up, say good morning to
That sleepy person lying next to you
If there's no one there then there's no one there
But at least the war is over

It's us, yes, we're back again
Here to see you through 'til the day's end
And if the night comes and the night will come
Well at least the war is over

Lift your head and look out the window
Stay that way for the rest of the day and watch the time go
Listen, the birds sing, listen, the bells ring
All the living are dead and the dead are all living
The war is over and we are beginning

[iracorn]

[Ira doesn't respond right away. Maybe he's got something in his eye? His response is written slowly, choosing his words carefully.]

That is alright, and I appreciate you making an exception for me.

And thank you. These words may help with that.

[concierto]

[Just the response he wanted!]

You're very welcome! I hope it helps to at least ease some of the complicated feelings in your heart.

[iracorn]

[There is a lot there to ease, but it is a start.]

I think it may

[concierto]

Then I've done my part as a bard. I'm happy to hear it. Do keep your chin up.

[iracorn]

Thank you. I shall do my best.