[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

[concierto]

How can I help if I don't do that very thing?

[Okay, so he is meddling. Just a little bit. But he isn't ashamed of that.]

Now, what situation do you find yourself in? I'll keep it a bard's secret if that's what you need.

[roseofmay]

[Beatrix seethes.
Does he sense a particular flame of fury for some unknown reason? Because that's probably her.]

I am not in any kind of situation. I am not the sort of woman to be involved in such fickle circumstances.

[bark bark bark bark bark]

[concierto]

[It's getting a little toasty on these pages to be sure! But he's completely unafraid.]

As you've said! Well, if your fickle circumstances change you know where you can contact me! I'll be happy to help.

[roseofmay]

If by 'help' you mean 'humiliate' me, I will keep that in consideration. I am quite good enough at humiliating myself on my own.

[Seriously. Who describes a spar as 'invigorating?']

[concierto]

[Oh no!]

Are you saying you had the chance to feel that way in the first place? Stumble over your words or say something silly before you could think the thought out well?

[Must be a crush, right? Ehe.]

Try not to be too hard on yourself! It does happen. Especially when the heart is aflutter.

[roseofmay]

I have never once stumbled over anything I have to say.

[Which is, for the most part, true. Shockingly.]

I say what I mean and I own what I choose to share. I also do not say 'silly' things.

[concierto]

Ehe! As you say!

[Does he believe her? It's hard to say.]

Well! I hope you do manage to find something that does make you feel silly someday. And I hope you feel it with an open heart. It's not so bad once you see it for what it is.

[roseofmay]

I suspect I shall pass. If I know of anyone else in need of your nosy efforts, however, I will be certain to draw them in your direction.

[No.

No, she won't.]

[concierto]

[HMMMMMMMMMM. Sure, Jan.]

Why thank you!