That was– Zhongli looks at the items in her hands with a curious gaze. Both small things of little consequence. Easily lost, easily forgotten, and easily forsaken by others. Most would have simply ignored them. Who has the time to search for the owner of such meaningless trinkets?. They have little visible value, unlikely to catch the eye of most passersby.
The items are indeed lost and they do have an owner to whom they belong. One that would likely miss them once their absence was noted. How interesting it was that their paths aligned so perfectly. To be certain, Zhongli checks the contents of his smaller satchel. It takes mere seconds to confirm that these do indeed belong to him. Astonishing.
There’s something of a smile on Zhongli’s face as he reaches a hand out to take the small trinkets. The first is a pen, simple and unremarkable aside from it’s short length. The second is nothing more than an empty notebook and the third a bookmark. ❛ My most sincere apologies, madam, for unintentionally taking up your time. It seems as though you’ve found something of mine. ❜
Zhongli wonders what it is about her that is so.. perplexing. It feels as if he should know her from somewhere and yet.. that face is impossible to place. Even this encounter feels as though it’s played out before somewhere in the back of his mind. The feeling won’t recede, but thinking over it a bit more, he recognizes the phenomenon for what it is. He believes there’s a phrase in Fontaine meaning ‘never seen.’ It’s his first time experiencing the sensation. So, the world has new things in store for him, after all.
❛ May I have your name ? ❜ Maybe if he can associate the face with a word, Zhongli will have better luck retaining her features. It’s worth a try, at least.
she’s always had this odd knack of finding the owners of lost objects . . . sometimes , her feet just guides her towards the owners ; other times , it took a bit of inquiry . as fate would have it , instead of her finding the owner . . . the owner found her . relinquishing these objects to the male , “ it is of no issue , i was headed in this direction and found it along the way , ” rene replies . it’s never a hassle for her to do this , it’s not as if she has more important things to do . she’s just a wanderer , roaming wherever she pleased .
when asked for her name , she hesitates . it is not that she won’t give her name , there’s no reason she wouldn’t and there’s no reason why she shouldn’t . . . it’s not an odd request . it’s just that she’s discovered in the past centuries , even if she left her name or left an object of her own , people could never recall who she is . . . at most , all she got was ‘ you look familiar ’ .
“ my name is rene chevalier , good sir , ” she bows her head , a force of habit that she never corrected . of course , it has been somewhat corrected . . . previously , she was used to saluting and bowing much deeper , but since she was no longer a knight . . . she found that it was just too over the top with such a greeting .