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[glidinglight]

Hello, this is--

[ pauuuussseee ]

... Cecilia.

[clears throat ]

I'm told if you leave a message here I'll be able to listen to it later and contact you back. Feel free to do so.

[ ooc: voice/action & text both acceptable idk ]

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Day 20

[outofoffice]

[ Whenever Lumine happens to leave her cottage . . .



There's someone perched nearby, absent plucking on a lyre. Waiting, almost? ]

[glidinglight]

[ Well, there's only one person she knows of that likes to sit in trees and play instruments. ... So far. ]

Zephyr. ... How long have you been waiting up there?

[outofoffice]

Hmmm? Oh, not too long.

[ Probably. Who keeps track of time? Not him! ]

I wanted to talk to you!

[ And gods don't use... smartphones ]

[glidinglight]

You know, if you're not careful people are going to mistake you for a stalker.

[ He's just lucky she happens to know that Venti is a grandpa with probably not the strongest grip on technology. Or human social norms. ]

Walk with me, then.

[outofoffice]

[ He stows the lyre and hops down from his perch to do just that. ]

Ehhh?? A stalker??

[glidinglight]

Waiting outside someone's home until they decide to come out? In a tree?

[ pokes him in the ribcage ]

[outofoffice]

I thought about knocking, but I wanted to play a while anyway, and it's not that urgent . . .

[ Basically her earlier assessment: accurate ]

[glidinglight]

Well, I suppose you don't have too much to worry about.

[ Being a god, and all. ]

What was it you wanted? An audience?

[outofoffice]

No, nothing like that . . .

Actually, I wanted to ask you about certain events that transpired in Teyvat.

[glidinglight]

Which events, exactly?

[outofoffice]

Word reached Mondstadt of the Geo archon's death.

I know you went there to meet with him during the Rite of Discension . . . and I know things didn't go as planned after that. I also know you were there for much of what transpired.

. . . But I don't know if it's really true or not.

/2

[glidinglight]

You heard about all that? Rumor certainly travels fast....

[ And is remarkably detailed, for him to know that she was involved. ]

[glidinglight]

[ Her expression becomes. A little dead-eyed. As she recalls that VERY INTENSE, VERY COMPLEX, SET OF FETCH QUESTS-CUM-MULTIPLE TWISTY TURNY BETRAYALS. ]

If you're worried about the Geo-archon, though, please feel some relief; he's deceased in name only.

1/3

[outofoffice]

[ Ah . . . ]

[outofoffice]

[ So Morax faked his own death???? Without bothering to tell Barbatos at all???

Because it's not like he'd care about that or anything, right???




RIGHT?????? ]

[outofoffice]

[ B R I G H T L Y: ]

Wow! What a face! Did that old blockhead treat you badly, I wonder?

[glidinglight]

[ Hmmm. His own reaction is... concerning. ]

Badly? No--he's not that sort of god, I think. At least, nothing he asked of me was meant intended that way, I'm sure.

[ Even if she did end up putting herself in harm's way and end up a pawn caught between him and the harbingers and the Qixing.... But it really wasn't so awful as to claim that she was treated badly, right? Just annoying.... ]

Do you want the long or the short version of things?

[outofoffice]

Hmmm~ Whichever version you feel like telling, I think.

SPOILERS for 1

[glidinglight]

Well... while Paimon and I were observing the member of the Qixing conducting the ascension ceremony's rites.. the geo archon's dragon body dropped out of the sky. She declared him dead and had the Millelith seal off the area to look for the perpetrators. Seeing as we were the only foreigners present at the time and, uhm, I may have gotten spooked and tried to sneak out... we got turned into the "prime suspects" and had to be rescued by one of the Fatui Harbingers.

[ You know. Your favorite people. Also, hers; do you know how embarrassing it is to have to admit that you were rescued and sort-of-duped by your defacto enemies? ]

... Who then of course turned around and sent us off to "help," aka spy, on the funeral parlor employee in charge of arranging for the service so he could try to get his hands on the archon's gnosis. Of course, as it should happen, said funerary consultant was well aware of what was going on the whole time and was using the Harbinger as his wallet to conduct the purchases and myself as the delivery girl and just-so-happened to be prepared for the inevitable burglary at the Golden Pavillion where the archon's body was being stored. Of course, he didn't bother to let me know that until after I'd gone there to stop his "friend" and I was wrongfully blamed for having stolen the item and subsequently had to defend myself against an angry Harbinger equipped with a vision and a delusion.

Then come to find out after the whole thing was over he'd already bargained to willingly give the damn thing over to Signora. Which he did, in front of both myself and the Harbinger who thinks battles-to-the-death are play dates.

[ ... Okay. She mmiiiiight still be a little salty about it. ]