Citlali

[grannyitztli]

To Citlali,

I hope you've had yourself a wonderful birthday.

While I'm sure celebrations of this day have probably grown old and unremarkable to you by now, I nevertheless hope that you remember to cherish those around you and the time you spend with them. I don't know about you, but to me it's always been the beauty of the world around us and the wonderful people inhabiting it that made it worth saving and preserving, no matter the lengths I had to go to in order to achieve that.

So why not take a little stroll around the Masters of the Night-Wind today? I'm on patrol here, so you have a good chance of running into me, and we can go out for some drinks together. My treat, of course.

Sincerely,

Mavuika

"If people keep littering on my door step, I might have to take matters into my own hands. I won't spare anyone, not even Mauvika herself."

Almost like a summoning ritual, a neatly presented letter lied amongst the trash. Gently sweeping away the trash above it, she lifts the letter carefully, almost religiously opening it.

Slowly reading it, her eyes begin to water, ever so slightly. She goes back inside, placing the letter in a small lock box hidden on her shelf, along with many previous years of letters and sentiments.

" 'Grown old' huh? That Mauvika has grown cocky with her position. Is that meant to be a slight at me? If she thinks she can get away with that she has another thing coming. I need to give her a piece of my mind."

Storming off into the Master's of the Night-Wind, one can't help but notice a slight smile form on her lips.

[grannyitztli]

Ororon softly knocks on the familiar yellowish-gold doors of his Granny's house. Gently swaying on his feet as he carefully listens for any movement that could be heard from the other side, eyes flicking towards the rock walls then down the way he came. Feeling a bit of worry begin to grow when the silence persists.

'Had he already missed her? He could have sworn that he hadn't seen her leave…' Shifting the items he has in his arms, he decides to knock again, but with a little more oomf.

"Granny! You in there? I came over to wish ya a happy birthday!" Lifting a poorly wrapped gift in his arms. "I gotcha something that I think you'll enjoy! The premise sounded interesting, and I think it might be to your tastes! I would love to read it with you if that's okay!" He then shifts again to raise a basket filled to the brim with a variety of freshly picked vegetables. "I also picked out some veggies from the garden! I was thinkin' I could whip up something for ya!"

Ororon's smile was bright as his excitement was barely contained. Absolutely eager to spend some time with his Granny.

Another knock. "Granny?"

Dragging herself out of bed at the knocking, Granny glances at the calendar by her bedside. "Ah, that time again huh." Groggily, she dresses herself in her normal clothing, tossing aside her onesie, letting it fall by her wayside.

Soon, after the second knock, she opens the door, her hair slightly disheveled. Upon seeing Ororon, her eyes wake up, and she shuts the door. A few moments later, she reopens the door, her hair (mostly) fixed from loose hairs.

She clears her throat, "Ahem- Ororon. You are up early as usual. I don't know who you get that from."

Certainly not me

Upon seeing the gifts in his arms, her eyes soften, "Ororon... You shouldn't have." Her eyes train on the book itself, her cheeks red. Quickly, she snatches the book from her hand and heads inside, leaving the door open. "Novels are best enjoyed in private."

After a moment, after seeing no movement, she speaks, without turning around, "What are you just standing there for? Come inside. I'll make an exception for you because I'm feeling generous today. Just make sure to close the door on your way in."

[grannyitztli]

If courage is moving despite of fear, maybe happiness is not avoiding sadness, but finding joy despite of it.

I wrote too much because my heart is too full. So for all those who will just glance at this, thank you.

Thank you for your time, your limited time that you chose to spend with me. That is the greatest honor you could ever have bestowed upon me.

Bellow is a more extensive love letter

Ellipsus makes it easy for anyone to write together.

With Love, Yowaz

[aarnivalkie]

This was not a boating accident

Flins & Citlali - Eerie Atmosphere | 🐟 Taking a swim on an uninhabited plot of beach, noticing ripples in the water

[aarnivalkie]

It started with a scream.

The island had been too far away for anyone to get to in time before the water had turned red and the screams had stopped. Qucusaurus riders from the Flower Feather clan had arrived before anyone else, but they’d managed to save only a few torn scraps of cloth from the water’s surface. There was nothing else left of that hapless swimmer, nor the creature that had taken them away. The koholasaurs were not ordinarily aggressive unless they were defending their young or their territory, the Meztli caretakers had vehemently insisted, and there were no signs of either in these parts. The island was little more than a few rocks. A small cave had been carved out of one, but nesting materials were nowhere to be seen.

Stranger still was that no one knew the victim, uncommon here among such close-knit tribes. It must have been a foreigner swimming in waters they shouldn’t be swimming in. Everyone seemed to like that explanation. It made it easier to accept that it wouldn’t happen to them.

Until it did. Another afternoon, another scream. This time, the swimmer, a Meztli woman, had managed to get away in one piece. Breathless, she said it wasn’t a koholasaurus at all. It was something dark - pitch black, almost. She had just thought it was a shadow at first, until the water had started to ripple, and by then it was too late. There was nothing else to do but to clear the beaches in the area until the creature could be found.

By day three, this ordinarily bustling coast had turned into a wasteland. The boats had all dispersed from the piers, the beach stretched empty and desolate under the late afternoon sky, and aside from the occasional signaling screech from a high-flying qucusaur, there was nothing but the sound of the tide rolling in and out. Stands selling flavored ice and other treats stared forlornly at the sea without anyone lined up outside of them.

If the distant island with its outcrop of rocks had been off-limits before, it was certainly off-limits now, yet another foreigner had come to try their luck. Dressed in a heavy black coat, gloves, and tall boots, this one looked ill-prepared for the weather in these parts, much less for swimming. For a long time, he stood in the shadow of the tallest rock and peered into the water. Then interest brightened in his reflection’s yellow eyes, but not because he'd finally found what he'd been looking for under the surface. A presence had made herself known, but only because she’d allowed it. Flins hummed approvingly.

”My, what sharp eyes you have."

@grannyitztli

[grannyitztli]

"Granny Granny you need to help!" Days upon days she was pleaded with. People asking for her help with nothing more than a rumor. Anyone can just throw scrapes of cloth into the ocean and fake a scream. People will just entertain themselves with anything huh. They should pick up reading, a much less bothersome past time. Much less of a bother for me.

Half-draped over her bedside, Citlali lays sprawled in her night gown, only stirred by the repeating banging on her outer door. Her brow furrows as she drags herself out of bed, head slightly pounding from last nights sleep aid.

Opening the door slightly, only revealing her face, she speaks, "What is causing all of you to yap so early in the morning. If you don't have a good reason, you're in for a thrashing."

"Granny Itztli, its the ocean rumor-" Immediately, she begins to shut the door, but before she can close it all the way, the concerned citizens get a last few words in, "It's not a koholasaur!" The door stops, remaining imperceptibly ajar. Through its crack, all they can hear is a defeated, "Hmph."

Searching the surrounding area with magic, she sits cross legged on Citlalin, letting the magic flow with the wind. After minutes of searching, she spots an odd figure. The magic is great at wide spread reconnaissance, but what it gains in range, it lacks in detail. Guess I need to go see this for myself... No normal person would be here with all these rumors flying around.

Her steps remain magically silent, not even leaving prints in the sand. The figure lies in the shadow of the rock outcropping, but seems to be still, like it itself is observing the scene around it. As she approaches, she notices the heavy clothing the humanoid figure wears. Odd clothing... no tribe in Natlan wears this kind of heavy clothing, are they from Snezhnaya? They could very well be the issue at hand. Well, that makes this easy on me.

After making herself known, the figure speaks out, seemingly complimenting her. Are they mocking me? Crossing her arms, she creeps closer, "Those are some heavy clothes, kinda defeats the whole point of a beach day."

Stopping right before the figure, beaming confidence and caution, she looks the figure up and down, stopping her gaze on the top of his head. They are already so tall... are the boots really necessary?

Casting suspicion onto the figure, she speaks, words filled with doubt, probing their intentions, "Why are you here."

[grannyitztli]

Hey, Granny Iztli. Happy Birthday. May the year bring you good tidings and good health. Me and Cacucu hope you can cast your worries aside for the day, at least!

Holding the piece of paper, Citlali stares down at the scrawling with a furrowed brow. "Cast aside my worries? As if I can do that. If you were going to wish me a happy birthday, you'd be better off getting me a bottle of wine. Hmph."

She makes her way over to a small locked box on her shelf, digging out the key wedged between two books. Opening the box, piles and piles of letters are revealed, some dating back to hundreds of years ago.

Her hand gingerly lowers the letter into the box, pausing for a moment, absorbing the years of wishes and sentiments given. All the kind words from those not here to remind her of the smiles behind the words.

Through the tests of time, the faces of most of those who have given her letters have long since faded, but the emotions associated with each one burn just as brightly in her memory as the passion in their eyes once did.

She closes the lid.

[grannyitztli]

The Past Shines with Paint

Plotted thread with Mavuika

[grannyitztli]

CW Alcohol mention

Restless nights are a rarity for granny. Often times when she struggles to sleep, she helps put herself to rest with a bottle or two of wine, but last night she ran out, and it was too late to get any resupply.

The final nail in the soon-not-so-metaphorical coffin was the local whelps of the Masters of the night wind thought it would be fitting to use tonight as their annual test of courage. Tonight, she was willing to let it slide due to previous annoyances, hopping it would all blow over, but the clattering of paint cans tipped her over the edge.

In a fit of tired rage, she storms out, skipping the normal scolding step of this whole process and proceeded to give the 10 or so students a good thrashing. After throughly driving out the pests, Citlali staggers back through her doors in a tired stupor, letting the bed meet her as she falls.

The next morning, after a continued night of no sleep, she drags herself through the doors, witnessing the mess of last night. Clutching her head, part due to her current headache and other due to the future headache of having to deal with this.

She begins cleaning off some of the graffiti, but soon realizes the scale of the monstrous task she set on. Her rag lowers and so does her gaze. A truly defeated sigh escapes her, as Citlalin floats over to her, carrying her off into the sky.

Soon, she arrives in front of Mauvika's house, rubbing her eyes. She takes a moment to try to fix her bed hair slightly, but to no avail, pieces of her hair rebelling. Sighing once more, she raises her hand and knocks on the door. Once it was answered, she speaks, voice dripped in exhaustion, "Mauvika... I don't ask for much, but this one time, mind helping me clean my wall? They did a real number on it this time and frankly, I'm not in the mood to handle this alone."

@haborym

[grannyitztli]

Like God, Like Deacon

Plotted thread with Dahlia

[grannyitztli]

Mondstadt, the city of freedom, and the people sure do embody this ideal. Walking through the streets, the citizens around remind Citlali of the people of the springs, talkative, outgoing, and annoyingly friendly.

Walking further up stairs, she takes a break in a little plaza. In her labored breath, she manages to squeak out, "They should rename this to the city of stairs." After some more heavy breathing, she continues, "Not... elderly... friendly...."

She looks up towards the archon statue, witnessing its splendor and excellent craftsmanship. A gentle air and kindness exudes from it and like a dissonent chord, a certain bard appears in her thoughts. If only certain citizens were like this statue, maybe I would have less of a headache. She pauses, thinking a little bit longer, Though, I will have to admit, he is quite a good bard. I wonder if he drinks...

Stairs. More. Stairs. But soon, the Sisyphus expy reaches the top, contrary to his myth, and to reward her, lies a grand cathedral. Citlali had her eye on this place for a while. One of the settings from her favorite light novels, "All-knowing Reader's Perspective", takes place in this exact cathedral, and in order to visualize the scene better, she decided to visit this place on her tour.

The large doors creak open, echoing in the hall along side the labored grunting of the granny, using her all to push open the heavy doors. After taking a moment to recompose herself, she walks softly through its pews, savoring the echo of each step. Once she was sure there were no witnesses, she raises her voice, shouting one of the lines from the light novel, "We are companions! Separated by life and death!"

@choivenant :D

[wind-blumes]

birds fly because they want to fly.

Commission Board: Destruction (take two) | @grannyitztli

[wind-blumes]

Venti blinked. Ah, I guess she still does…

“I assure you I’m not playing any tricks this time! The Knights of Favonius appointed me!” he said. “If you really don't want to talk to me, you can ask one of the other Knights to be your examiner if you’d like, but, uh…” He gestured to the crowd of people milling about, waiting for their names to be called. “It might take a while, ehe, and…” 

Citlali didn’t look like she was in the mood to wait, and she probably also wasn’t in the mood to have that pointed out to her nor would that help abate the grudge, so Venti refrained from adding that comment.

“...And besides,” he added, “I’m quite the experienced glider! I’d only let the wind pick me up if I wanted it to.” He sighed, rather dramatically. “The wind blows unfettered in Mondstadt - its children cannot help but step forward, yearning to join it! To think so lowly of your Knights-of-Favonius-appointed gliding examiner… I’m hurt!”

He looked back to Citlali with his best puppy-dog eyes. "So, pretty pleaaase... could you give me a chance! I'll be the best gliding examiner you've ever had!"

[grannyitztli]

She crosses her arms. Looking back at the looong line behind, she stood at the crossroads of two evils, either wait even longer for a new instructor, or bite the bullet and get assistance from this whelp.

A resigned sigh escapes her lips, "If I catch one slip up from you, I won't hesitate to lodge a complaint! I expect to hear a full breakdown of every single point that I will be tested on. I want to make sure you are doing your job properly and won't run away again." An icy glare washes over Venti, born from annoyance and distrust. But her tone seems a bit more laid back than it was initially.

Citlali pulls out Citlalin, letting it hover next to her.

"Where are we off to then? Or should I just jump high right here?"

[grannyitztli]

Walking through the moon draped night, Citlali steps meld with the clamor of a bustle weekend night, though she wouldn't know what day it was. Weekday and weekends hold no meaning for her, hell, even the sun doesn't dictate what time it is for her.

Opening the door into the bar, the familiar reek of alcohol and ruckus of drunken chatter fill the air. Scanning the bar for a place to sit, only one lone chair remains at a table for two. She sighs.

Ugh, I really didn't want to talk to anyone today... but all the spirit stores are closed and I have no drinks at home...

Resigning herself to the cruel fate of socialization, she walks over to the empty seat, turning to the patron at the other end, "Pardon me, but is this seat taken?"

[sevenswordstudent]

Ma Feima drinks whenever he wants, and no one can really top him. Even his so called wife, had stopped trying to control the man who had no freedom left in his bones. Still, there was little else to do at night save for drinking, and with how much alcohol is inside his body. He is hardly in a state to actually fight someone drunk and not risk his life useless.

"Huh... yeah. Just...here. Take some of mine, I think this is the...3rd bottle? I gave a lot of money to the counter to keep giving me..."

Though his face is hardly red, his speech is slurred and Feima own back is slouched to the table. Putting him in a position where he can barely talk now.

"Help...yourself." A slow, lazy gesture to the unopened botltes still there. Its a good thing that Ma Feima is very lucky with money to afford all this splurge.

[grannyitztli]

CW (Alcohol) Woah... is this how it feels like being on the other end? Usually I'm the one in the chair.

Despite her thoughts, she still accepts the bottle, pouring it into an empty mug in front of her. I mean, what kind of fool would she be to refuse a free drink? However, she couldn't fully accept a favor from someone so drunk with a good conscious.

She waves her hand, casting a small spell to send a cool breeze towards the man, in attempts to cool him. The next morning is going to be painful for him.

Raising the mug to her face, she covers her mouth, "Don't think anything of it okay? I just don't like being in debt to people." She takes a sip, that turns into a gulp, downing half the mug in one swig.

"Ahhhh, I just can't get enough of this. A cold drink is just too refreshing."

Her attention sways from her mug to the patron across from her, "What brings you here..." She pauses, not knowing how to refer to the gentleman across from her. "The name is Citlali by the way."

[sevenswordstudent]

Just two old -never mind

Ma Feima is usually the person who does what he wants, kills who he wants. Saves who he wants without think too hard on the consequences of his actions. A side affect perhaps of learning apathy at a young age like him? Perhaps, perhaps. So after doing quiet a few comissions already within the borders of Natlan, it stood to reason....

that he would have a drinking party all by himself in the bar.

What else is he going to use his money on when he can barely get his blade rusted.

He already tried diving, the hot springs, but it seems that without someone else beside him. The emotions he feels doing everything a person like him can do, is limited and half hearted. Not even diving off a cliff can put much emotions in his heart.

Still-

Still, he hopes to feel actually something.

And also the bar is full and the only empty seat left is in his table. He wonders if anyone would actually sit in it. After all he's just a stranger here in these lands. Not really without much purpose, and nothing to do.

@grannyitztli

[grannyitztli]

Walking through the moon draped night, Citlali steps meld with the clamor of a bustle weekend night, though she wouldn't know what day it was. Weekday and weekends hold no meaning for her, hell, even the sun doesn't dictate what time it is for her.

Opening the door into the bar, the familiar reek of alcohol and ruckus of drunken chatter fill the air. Scanning the bar for a place to sit, only one lone chair remains at a table for two. She sighs.

Ugh, I really didn't want to talk to anyone today... but all the spirit stores are closed and I have no drinks at home...

Resigning herself to the cruel fate of socialization, she walks over to the empty seat, turning to the patron at the other end, "Pardon me, but is this seat taken?"

[grannyitztli]

[CAN SEE YOU] sender (Hunter) uses Hunter’s Intuition to mark receiver (Rebel) with a light pillar in order to find them. Uh-oh. + [CHASE] sender (Hunter) chases receiver (Rebel) across the whole field to catch them. Haul those buttcheeks buddy!

⋆˙⟡ ——————— ⟡˙⋆

the fewer seconds that these rebels are caught, the sooner a new match begins - it brings something exhilarating to this game . . . a safe kind. no one is being chased by hilichurls or monsters of any sort, there isn't a crisis. it is merely a controlled game, where all is in good will. competitiveness may very. . .

boy, was Fischl going to win. she managed to mark someone in hiding - right in front of her! yet they immediately took off. it is no matter for the prinzessin.

“ thou would do well to simply allow capture! ” Fischl yells with a grin as she gains ground, “ no distance shall hinder me, o'rapid rebel! ”

Usually, before Citlali would get caught, she would cast an invisibility spell or something to mess with the senses of the hunter to make Citlali blend into the background. Mostly because she couldn't be bothered to run.

Reclined on Citlalin, sunk deep into the pillow, Citlali snuggles up with a book. Flowers for Princess Fischl has always been a good read, no matter how many times she finds herself cracking open the cover. She almost forgot that she was even playing a game.

Itzpapa hurridly pops out from the trees above, leaves gently falling onto Citlali's hair. Ah, a hunter is near. Ugh. Begrudingly, she sits up, preparing a spell. Though, at the sight of the spitting image of Princess Fischl, she freezes. I- what? Huh? Did I fall asleep? Is this a dream? Why is THE Fischl von Luftschloss Narfidort, Prinzessin der Verurteilung, here???

Seeing Ozvaldo Hrafnavins rush towards her, she panics, hastily ordering Citlalin to fly her away through the trees. The distance between her and the hunter grow, but before she can sigh in relief, she is taken clean off Citlalin by a low hanging branch, letting out a yelp as she falls.

Clutching the red mark on her forhead, laying face up on the damp earth, she slowly opens her eyes to see Fischl looming over her head. Confused, dazed, and vanquished, she weakly says, "Sorry for running, Mein Fräulein..."

[grannyitztli]

[GOTCHA] sender (Rebel) is caught by receiver (Hunter).

"Nooooo!" She whines, pouting at her untimely defeat. How could this lady have gotten her?! Hook had such a good hiding spot, too...! Now she feels like one of those villains that got caught by the good guys... "Hmph... Next game, Hook will get her revenge! MARK MY WORDS!"

Citlali could never figure it out. What about her made her so suceptiable to being dragged around by kid's antics. Was it the title of granny? Despite her best attempts to relax and enjoy scerenity, she finds her self face to face with the Rebel she was seeking. But Citlali is not one to traffic in half-measures. If she was going to play windtrace. She was going to win.

"Ha! Revenge? You need to train for 100 more years before you can even THINK about beating me."

Citlali lifts Hook out of the trash can using Citlalin, brushing off the dust from Hook's hat, "No one can evade the all seeing Granny Itztli. But I can teach you a trick or two to help you beat your friends. Ahem- Think of it as a little lesson. N-nothing more."

[renascinem]

Windtrace / Snowtrace ask meme.

Story has it that, once upon a time, rebels from the City of Mondstadt organized and rose in rebellion against the tyrannical aristocracy. Forming an underground resistance, they were a thorn in the corrupt nobles' side for a long time - all while said nobles retaliated with brutality using their own henchmen.

Today, the history of those difficult and tragic times is preserved in the form of a traditional game. Several locations have been host to the fun and joy of Windtrace - this year, it's the mysterious Dragonspine's turn, causing some to dub the event "Snowtrace".

Young and old, experienced and newcomer, local and traveler - all who want to experience Mondstadt's history and tradition are welcome to join and participate.

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Happy Windtrace season! Reblog to accept asks. Send with "reverse" to switch roles between sender and receiver.

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[CHAT] sender (Rebel A) and receiver (Rebel B) casually chat while hiding. Surely nothing at all will go wrong and this will have no consequences whatsoever.

[HEAT] sender (Rebel A) and receiver (Rebel B) activate a heat source to warm up, discussing strategy, the moral choices that led someone to organize such an event in this frozen hell, and whatever else comes to their minds.

[ALERT] sender (Rebel A) warns receiver (Rebel B) about the approaching Hunter.

[DISGUISE] sender (Rebel A) and receiver (Rebel B) disguise themselves as objects together. Isn’t it kinda funny that you can just turn into a barrel?

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[CAN’T SEE YOU] sender (Hunter) runs right past receiver (Rebel) disguised as an object, failing to recognize them.

[CAN SEE YOU] sender (Hunter) uses Hunter’s Intuition to mark receiver (Rebel) with a light pillar in order to find them. Uh-oh.

[DISPEL] sender (Hunter) dispels the oh so carefully planned disguise of receiver (Rebel). Rude.

[CHASE] sender (Hunter) chases receiver (Rebel) across the whole field to catch them. Haul those buttcheeks buddy!

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[NOPE] sender (Rebel) uses Transparency to vanish right in front of receiver (Hunter)’s eyes. Results may vary.

[BAIT] sender (Rebel) leaves behind an illusory bait for receiver (Hunter) that, when triggered, throws a buncha snow in their face to blind them. Again, rude.

[GOTCHA] sender (Rebel) is caught by receiver (Hunter).

[PLEADING FACE] sender (Rebel) is approached by receiver (Hunter) and makes puppy eyes at them, hoping that the power of friendship will win them over.

[grannyitztli]

Pink Kitsune Club

Plotted Thread with Yae Miko

[grannyitztli]

It was a shame that the books had to be burnt when they did, but the people of Belobog needed warmth, one that wasn't birthed from burning trash or keepsakes. She could always buy new books, and she is now here in Inazuma to fulfill that promise.

The weather here was quite humid, completely different compared to the dry heat back in Natlan. Despite it sticky air, the calmor outside the store was filled with joy and merry. Citlali made sure to plan this trip in time with the festival that happens every summer. After all, she needed to see how it was like so she could properly imagine the festival when she next read a romance novel.

Stories bound within pages give rise to that soft earthy dry smell, evoking memories of her own room, stocked full with books and scrolls. After tracing her fingers over several titles, she finally found the few missing from her collection and promptly picked them up. Looking around at all the books, a slight frown grows. "No new releases huh. I guess I need to reread Mirage Warriors for the twelfth time...."

@guujifoxlady

[grannyitztli]

Cat Cat Cat Cat Cat Cat Cat Cat Cat Cat Cat Cat Cat Cat Cat Cat Cat Cat Car

April Commission

Word spreads around Inazuma: The Seirai Island's Asase Shrine is open once again and welcomes the faithful of the land of Narukami and beyond alike to pay their respects. Both curious about the resurgence of this long-forgotten place, and attracted by the promise of a shrine full of cats, people flock to the location to check it out. Of course, with many visitors comes a full offertory box, and with a full offertory box... come bandits. The self-proclaimed Provisional Priestess, Neko, is recruiting brave volunteers to put those crooks back in their place, desperate to get back the first offerings she's seen in years. Lend her a hand, would you? I mean - who wouldn't want to help a talking cat?

[wind-blumes]

He was certainly glad Citlali had believed him this time. Honesty was the best policy, or something! And of course, he was a very honest individual. He followed Citlali onto the boat, electing to ignore the feeling of dread creeping over him. 

At least the boat ride over was nice. The wind whipped his hair and cape into a frenzy as he leaned over the side of the boat - not far enough to caress the water, but enough to feel the salt spray on his fingertips. Once he tired of this, he sat back down and hummed a sea shanty, fixing his braids. He glanced surreptitiously at Citlali - she seemed mildly uncomfortable, using one of her plushies to block the wind. Ah, it was rather cold, wasn’t it? He willed the winds to avoid Citlali a little more. 

As the boat docked on the pier, the air seemed to change - becoming less salty and more… feline. Oh, dear. Venti could already feel the sneezes coming on. Hoisting Citlali’s deceptively-heavy bags over his shoulder, he cautiously followed the line of passengers off the boat. 

As soon as his feet touched solid ground, he stood firmly in place and waited for a moment. …Nothing! He wasn’t sneezing here! Small victories. 

Up ahead, Citlali already seemed infatuated with the cats. “Have fun!” Venti called out after her. “If you need me, I’ll be standing… riiiight here.”

[grannyitztli]

Orange cats, black cats, white cats, cats with patterns, moody cats, playful cats, cats with an oddly fierce tendency to wreak havoc, all these various different cats were present, living their best lives laid out for them on this island. One cat with a black and white pattern walks up to the granny, rubbing its entire body along her leg like it was trying to push her over. Years, years and years of stoicism, acting, and proper principled behavior was almost toppled but such a small critter.

But the granny holds on. How could she show such an unbefitting side of herself. With a sobering cough, she clears her throat, calming herself and refraining from petting the clump of love currently rolling around on her sandals.

She turns to Venti, her expression back to her normal stern look, "You. Don't think we just came here to play with the cats. How could you have forgotten why were are here? Are you that free-spirited? Sorry that is too kind. Are you that stupid? We are here to protect these adorable bundles of love and kindness. So stop your idling."

She begins to walk deeper into the island, before stopping, still facing away from Venti, "And don't even THINK, about running away now. No matter where you go, I will drag you back by the scruff of your neck."

In all her years, granny has had quite the experience in disciplining younger bratty children. People constantly challenging her at the ungodly hours of mid-afternoon. This twerp proves to be the same. But, he seems kind in nature. Maybe he would make for a good friend for Ororon...

[bloodbxrn]

well i think it's a metaphor

[bloodbxrn]

Oh, so she hadn't read the book either. 

Look at this lady, she thought she was so slick. They always were when they talked about forgiveness that he didn't ask for, trying to wrap him into the shape that they wanted him to be in. In most cases, he let it roll off of him in silence, knowing that they were wrong about him, and knowing there was nothing he could do to change it. 

No one ever expected his forgiveness, even when they hadn't asked for it. 

"'Zat what you think a gun is for?" Kalpas didn't feel the need to rise to match her outburst, and was rather the picture of contrasting coolness - the chair screeched once more as he shifted his weight again to lean back, draping an arm over the uncomfortable seat that hardly contained him. "You think it's to make him feel helpful?" 

"Well, actually," chirped the young lady in the front row, who had been hanging off of every word put forth as though any of this had any worth, twisting about in her seat to face them fully, "The opposite of helpless isn't necessarily helpful - " 

"And neither was that," Kalpas snickered. "I know the opposite of helpless is empowered, but we're talking about the fact that he was a worthless piece of - " Oh, he'd been scolded about this before, probably - canting his head he filled in, a touch ruffled, "Gum." 

Shaking his head, he continued. "He had the gun and he didn't use it. Lotta good it made him, at the end. Who should he have fired it at, lady?" 

Smiling, although he knew it couldn't be seen, he added, "Not everyone needs a gun not to feel useless." 

[grannyitztli]

"Huh? You little-" she stops herself, lowering herself back into the chair, it creaking under her weight. Calm yourself Citlali, you can't let this brat get under your skin. You are a granny, you should act with more grace and patience.

Clearing her throat, she straightens her back, drawing her shoulders into a more refined position, "You should treat your elders with a bit more respect. But," she can feel her hand clenching, the anger swelling back up, her smile twitching, barely able to contain it. "If it happens it again, I will have to give you a good thrashing." No matter how enjoyable that may be.

"Though, to get back on track with the discussion, you do pose a good question. Now enlightened, I personally believe that with him having access to a firearm, it would make a lot of his choices be more calculated. Instead of being forced to make those decisions, they must have served him in a way that we currently didn't assume."

Shifting, her body moves to a more comfortable position. Gingerly taking a sip of tea from the cup on the table, "I don't believe I have asked you for your name young man. My name is Citlali, but you can call me granny Itztili."

[grannyitztli]

Citlali December Plotting!!

Hello! I am open to anyone asking for any of the following plots! I will just say, I will not be able to really thread until 7 days from now due to finals, but once that is done I am ready to LOCK IN. DM's, messages, @s, and even calling me on my phone number (if you can find it) all work for me!

Hark! The solstice is upon Nod-Krai, and with it, travellers who come in search of the fabled Elysium of Adventurers!

Reed Miller often kept many various historical items in their stash, and some of them Citlali remembered an old annoyance once showed interest back in the day. Though, she has her own reasons to go of course! Why would she do something for her, hmph. Taken by Dahlia

Fools! Bumbling, greedy fools!

After reading all of the books from the Yae publishing house, Citlali has turned to some Liyue ones to fill the void, but a book she kept waiting on has been delayed! She shows up in Liyue, only to find the book stolen along with the other goods. This poor treasure hoarders don't know what they got themselves into... Taken by Raiden Mei

So much for keeping back the Fragmentum, right?

Citlali feels bad after not being able to do as much to help as she could have, so she has stayed behind to help out a bit more! I am down to do anything here as Belobog was very fun to write, I love snow.

Scammy luxury goods have been a thing since luxury goods have been a thing, but there comes a time where it just gets ridiculous: (Sea of Quanta Muse)

Citlali heard that designer clothes were popular among the young folk, so she decided to try her hand to find something good, only to be given something subpar! She is furious and is ready to take her anger out! I am completely fine either searching the factory for an answer, OR starting a competing business out of spite. Or anything else you come up with!