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"Finished gawking? Good. So, what brings you here today?"
“Hm, that certainly would be a rash choice to make, although not an impossible one,” Venti replied honestly, fingers twitching against the cool grass as he shifted into a more comfortable position. “Who doesn’t dream about their freedom, their choice to walk the path they want without being pressured by others,” he mused, a small smile gracing his lips.
“I wouldn’t mind taking a vacation now and then, perhaps visit a friend in another nation, but my home is here.”
Where the winds were born, he would always return.
“The thought of children wondering where their storyteller has disappeared to doesn’t sit right with me. My music eases the weight on people's shoulders, bringing them a bit of calm to their minds that might be in turmoil. My purpose within Mondstadt may not be what one would think of as glorious, but it brings me happiness. They give me a purpose.”
The bard hummed softly under his breath, the beginnings of a melody drifting away with the breeze. One bad day would not be enough to make him fly away from his home, even if the grasp of loneliness felt tighter on some days than others.
But in some cases, surprises like this shook him out of that dark mood quicker.
“You’ve probably seen a lot, then,” he voiced curiously, glancing at the Wanderer. “What would you say has been your favorite place so far?”
Not so much as a rise out of the bard. The Wanderer's lips twitched in disappointment, but he glanced away to hide it.
So noble... So pure of heart. People who could spout answers like that sickened him a little — not as much as they used to, but it stung his pride to see another blather about friendships and bonds like the Kabikumono used to. He could only admit that to himself now, after years of allowing his bitterness to fester.
The puppet stirred a little at Venti's question. "My... Favorite place?"
He'd never really given it much thought. Every land he visited was little more than dust added to the soles of his feet. Certainly, he had seen many stunning sights along the way: roaring waterfalls, towering trees, hollowed-out valleys and endless sands as far as the eye could see. But what he reveled in most was the journey itself, the feeling of his footsteps in sonorous cadence as he left the entrapments of an old life behind. Yes; arriving in a new locale was always exciting, but what was most wonderful — and gut-wrenching — was leaving it all behind. All he could trust was his own body, and his feet, carrying him ever further from home.
...He'd spaced out again. The Wanderer didn't even want to check if the bard was staring at him with those wide, bright eyes. What should he say? "...I've seen a lot of stuff. Inazuma was a closed nation, but that was my home. Liyue Harbor, the Chasm... Even snowy Snezhnaya. Sumeru's where I live right now. I guess I've been to all seven nations and back. But the best sight of them all..."
He closed his eyes and thought back. Long, long, ago, further back than any human he met could recall.
"The... —furnace." The puppet's voice broke, even as the words tumbled from his lips. Ah, he couldn't say that, it was hundreds of years ago. What to do...? "Human hubris, right...? They should have known better than to toy with the divine. It's quite the sight now, that miasma hanging over the land... The water itself even turned vile."
In his mind, he could still see Katsuragi laughing and dancing with him while the others cheered and sang, their shadows cast long and wild by the roaring bonfire nearby. Tatarasuna had been beautiful... but not even the sacrifice of a divine puppet could restore it.
The Wanderer's face twisted into a grim smile. "How pathetic."
Hello friends! I'm proud to announce that I'm now an official mun for The Officers Academy, writing Leo from FE: Fates under @tomatotactician.
For the present, I intend to keep this blog well and alive - all threads will continue. But you will see a decline in activity as I focus my attention on maintaining activity requirements for Leo and engaging that community. That being said, I fear Wanderer isn't as popular a muse as I thought...
Feel free to check out my affiliated blog, although it is closed & unavailable for threads or mutuals outside of TOA. If you want to join the fun there, I highly recommend submitting an application of your own! ;D
First-come first-served! These are intended to be pursued with only one muse per prompt, but if you really like an idea and want to thread as well, please let me know.
This is my first time (ever!) putting out a plotting call. These blurbs are not intended to be starters, so please DM with your muse to confirm details if you'd like to claim a prompt! Planning does not have to be extensive, but we can tailor the premise to suit your muse and set up the encounter.
⸻ [ Rifthounds and Robins ] ✦ Any Nation
There's been a report of Abyssal beasts appearing in the area! You hurry to respond to the call, ready for a fierce battle. But just before you reach the area marked on your map, you stumble across a strange young man in a large hat, peacefully surrounded by birds. Hey... Shouldn't he be evacuating?
⸻ [ Wits and Winnings ] ✦ Any Nation
What? It's a Genius Invokation TCG tournament! The winner has a chance to get a card made of them — wouldn't it be cool to play a deck built around your own abilities? Suddenly, you notice a stranger in a wide-brimmed hat enter the room. He looks dead serious... Hope you brought your best deck for this!
⸻ [ Fog and Feathers ] ✦ Inazuma
There is one more island within Inazuma's borders, but it may as well not be on the map. Tsurumi Island, a place cursed to repeat its sordid past over and over again. Wanderer is familiar with such cycles... and he, too, bears a special feather on his person. Whether you're here for treasure, a mystery, or just traveling for fun, doesn't this kind of place beg to be explored?
⸻ [ Darshans and Deadlines ] ✦ Akademiya-affiliated muse required!
Group project season has dawned upon the Akademiya's halls. Students are required to pair up to work together on a semester-long project, studying nearly any subject matter of their choosing. The rubric is graded on close collaboration — students may even pair up across Darshans for this, and the professor encourages consulting alumni for help. "Hat Guy" doesn't like asking for help... But if he's going to be forced into a group project, he'd better get a good partner out of it at least. Hey, you wouldn't dream of slacking off, would you?
Possible formats depend on your muse's current standing with the Akademiya.
✦ [ Current students ] — You're partners with Hat Guy for this group project. Good luck!
✦ [ Alumni ] — Hat Guy comes to you with his [NPC] project partner to receive insight. Uh... They are going to do their own research for this project, right?
My plotting call is still open, if anyone is interested!
I also would like to mention that asks and submissions are open, including anons — if you have any askbox memes you wish you could hear a Wanderer muse reply to, please send them to me with which one you want me to do!!
I know that's a little backwards from how askbox memes are usually done... call me a man of the people, or whatever. ;D
“Fame does not equal happiness,” Venti replied simply, making no visible notion of the way the Wanderer had sneaked closer; like staying still for a wild animal to tell them that he wasn’t a threat. That plan, however, fell through as soon as the Wanderer himself leaned closer, as if attempting to get a better read of the bard, who chuckled and leaned back on his arms, staring back at the man with a wry smile.
“The people claim for me to be that joyful, giddy bard, that’s not a lie— but that’s simply because this is a side that they do not see. That I don’t wish for them to see, as my burdens are not theirs to carry.”
That applied to many things in his life, and sometimes he performed for himself as well.
Letting himself get pulled into the charade people expect him to play was an escape for the Archon, but even then, he could not truly escape who he was, nor what he struggled with deep in his mind. At some point, the glass would overflow, and he’d be forced to retire somewhere to sort his feelings out, to gather enough energy to pull back the smile, the mask that people loved him for.
“I bring joy and laughter to them, I ease their minds, and help them forget, if even for a day. The last thing they need is for that same bard to suddenly switch up on them,” he explained, motioning idly towards the sky again.
“Hence, why I take nights off to just... think.”
It was quite ironic, truly.
The God of Freedom, locked away in a prison of his own making.
"What about you? Are you merely here to enjoy the stars, or is your mind also brewing a storm of its own?"
The Wanderer's gaze naturally returned to the sky, long before the bard ever gestured to it. How beautiful it was, unconsciously softening his expression every time he looked upon it. Oh, it was fake; he knew that. But as he'd discovered, even illusions could be as enthralling as reality.
"...I see. You're trapped in your own status quo... How sad." He thought of the divine puppet charading as Shogun of Inazuma, dutifully fulfilling her obligations as her creator single-mindedly sought out eternity. At times, he envied her. Other times... he found her laughable. It seemed the God of Freedom was not the only one shackled by his duties, but he had no body double to play the part for him.
At the bard's question, the puppet merely laughed. A storm? Oh, he had been a storm once — the Balladeer, full of wrath and turmoil, lashing out at others as wildly as lightning over Inazuma.
"...No, I've hardly any concerns weighing me down — the only storm I faced was the one I've left behind. My peers are always yammering in my ears about their theses and deadlines. The sound of silence is music to my ears."
The Wanderer gave Venti a sidelong glance, a sudden mischief twisting his face into a startlingly sharp grin. If one missed the change, the transformation from his resting face would seem impossible. "Have you ever thought about running away? Why not abandon your adoring fans and take to wandering the land, like me?"
A ridiculous question to ask an Archon, considering that half of them had abdicated their heavenly thrones to live among their people. Still, he hoped the disguised Barbatos would at least squirm a little explaining himself!
Kazuha hummed, nodding. “Oh, I see. Don’t worry about the time, nor honorifics,” a light chuckle escaped him, “feel free to speak as you’d like with me. Would you like me to drop honorifics with you as well?”
Being on the Crux as long as they had, honorifics had long been given up. Mostly because most of the sailors were from Liyue rather than Inazuma. And because Captain would very rarely speak in anything but informal tones. These days, the use of honorifics was a greater surprise than not using them. Even so… he still found it difficult to let go of the habit for themself.
Crimson eyes looked over the architecture behind the port. Where to start… “Hmm… it is all rather grand. Where is your favourite place? We can start there, if that’s alright with you?”
When in the grips of indecision, Kazuha found it easier to go with what was personal. Even if this time there was nothing with a personal connection of theirs of the many places.
"Sure. I don't mind. I'm nobody of great import, anyways."
Noticing his new companion's indecision, a mischievous grin suddenly split the Wanderer's face. "Well, if it's up to me... I prefer to climb to the top of that great tree hosting the Akademiya." He pointed to the giant branches, which seemed to brush the very clouds with their foliage. "You're not afraid of heights, are you?"
"Up there, you'll find Lesser Lord Kusanali's meditation space - the Sanctuary of Surasthana. But you can easily climb past it into the canopy without drawing the ire of the bookworms."
Hmm, they supposed that made sense. It seemed like he was a little too used to Inazuma’s way of doing things. “Ah, I see. In that case, may your Boss’ stall not have any thieving people around.” Not that his wishes were foolproof, but, well, it was a habit they’d picked up from their father.
With that agreement made, Kazuha smiled. “Alright, thank you. I’ll see you there, then.” He waved the other goodbye and got about to doing some more exploring. Naturally, time moved on without concern for such things. Even though they had only wandered into three other places, the sun had begun to dip in the sky.
A good a time as any for the ports, I suppose.
Sumeru’s ports were a bit different to Inazuman or Liyue’s ports, mostly because of all the forestry. They did make for great scenery and Kazuha would never deny the chance to be surrounded by more nature. The other’s footsteps were heard far before Kazuha actually saw him.
The footsteps paused when Kazuha spoke without even looking at him — the Wanderer's steps were light and soft, often unobserved by humans. His boss often scolded him for appearing "out of thin air," in fact. Hmm. This one's sharper than he looks.
"That's right," the puppet said with a shrug, closing the distance between them. "Boss wanted some help transporting the produce, so it took me a little longer than expected. Sorry."
He paused, then mumbled, "...It's fine if I drop the honorifics, right? I don't mean any offense, it's just, well, Boss is always telling me I should be more polite to customers. But it's such a drag... I prefer to speak my mind. What's the point in flattering words if there's no sincerity behind them?"
From the way the young man's gaze wandered to the horizon, his lips pursed in a begrudging half-pout, it was clear that social pleasantries such as these were just another shackle on his spirit. The silent yearning hidden deep in his eyes made one wonder why he would ever agree to work such a mundane job in the first place.
"...Anyways... You wanted a tour, right? Anything catch your eye? Over half of the city is visible just from the port — the spiraling architecture of Sumeru truly is a feast for the eyes." He waved broadly above his head to the masonwork curling round the roots and branches of the massive tree housing the Akademiya and Sanctuary of Surasthana.
Boy I love information!!
Sorry for the extended blog spam, but I think I'm basically done. I've put together a small dossier to cover the most important information for those who prefer not to leave Tumblr, and a few miscellaneous bits and bobs not in my Carrd.
⸻ Interactions Wishlist ⸻
I highlighted a few muses I'd most like to thread with here. I also recorded my current muse interactions (yay! thank you for threading!) for reference. All muses on and off of this list are welcome, though.
⸻ Plotting Call Open ⸻
In case you missed it, I opened a plotting call! At the time of writing, Rifthounds and Robins is currently in discussion, but the other prompts have not been claimed yet. And of course, if you have another plot in mind, don't hesitate to reach out!
First-come first-served! These are intended to be pursued with only one muse per prompt, but if you really like an idea and want to thread as well, please let me know.
This is my first time (ever!) putting out a plotting call. These blurbs are not intended to be starters, so please DM with your muse to confirm details if you'd like to claim a prompt! Planning does not have to be extensive, but we can tailor the premise to suit your muse and set up the encounter.
⸻ [ Rifthounds and Robins ] ✦ Any Nation
There's been a report of Abyssal beasts appearing in the area! You hurry to respond to the call, ready for a fierce battle. But just before you reach the area marked on your map, you stumble across a strange young man in a large hat, peacefully surrounded by birds. Hey... Shouldn't he be evacuating?
⸻ [ Wits and Winnings ] ✦ Any Nation
What? It's a Genius Invokation TCG tournament! The winner has a chance to get a card made of them — wouldn't it be cool to play a deck built around your own abilities? Suddenly, you notice a stranger in a wide-brimmed hat enter the room. He looks dead serious... Hope you brought your best deck for this!
⸻ [ Fog and Feathers ] ✦ Inazuma
There is one more island within Inazuma's borders, but it may as well not be on the map. Tsurumi Island, a place cursed to repeat its sordid past over and over again. Wanderer is familiar with such cycles... and he, too, bears a special feather on his person. Whether you're here for treasure, a mystery, or just traveling for fun, doesn't this kind of place beg to be explored?
⸻ [ Darshans and Deadlines ] ✦ Akademiya-affiliated muse required!
Group project season has dawned upon the Akademiya's halls. Students are required to pair up to work together on a semester-long project, studying nearly any subject matter of their choosing. The rubric is graded on close collaboration — students may even pair up across Darshans for this, and the professor encourages consulting alumni for help. "Hat Guy" doesn't like asking for help... But if he's going to be forced into a group project, he'd better get a good partner out of it at least. Hey, you wouldn't dream of slacking off, would you?
Possible formats depend on your muse's current standing with the Akademiya.
✦ [ Current students ] — You're partners with Hat Guy for this group project. Good luck!
✦ [ Alumni ] — Hat Guy comes to you with his [NPC] project partner to receive insight. Uh... They are going to do their own research for this project, right?
As the other spoke, Kazuha was reminded of how… absentminded he seemed to be? Fortunately, they were attuned enough to their surroundings to keep an eye on the stand while they were talking. Something his Boss might thank him for if they ever learnt of it. Kazuha shook their head. “You’re in luck, no one’s stolen a single ware yet.”
Even though they knew that the other was rather trusting to give out so much information to a stranger, he still didn’t expect him to be trusting enough to turn his back to Kazuha. No wonder his boss didn’t want him taking charge of the shipments. Well, at least he was earnest?
“I suppose it would be rather difficult. Usually, in that scenario, you could learn the streets and where everything leads to cut them off?”
He nodded as the other explained his situation. While it could be fun to take up the lie, he very much doubted the other would be able to keep up with it. A quick retreat and then regrouping seemed like the best choice of action. “Sure, I’ll probably be at the port. The sea always ends up calling to me one way or another. Does that work for you?”
"Well, the issue isn't knowing the streets, per se. Sumeru City is sprawling — and it all opens up to the rainforest." The puppet gestured broadly to the lush scenery in the distance. "If this was Inazuma City, sure... You aren't getting far on an island. But Sumeru? You could duck into the rainforest or be halfway down the river by the time your pursuers have covered the exits. At that point, I may as well just stay here to make sure the rest of the stock doesn't get taken, don't you think?"
The ronin confirmed their meeting place, and the Wanderer nodded in agreement. "The port? Alright, fine. It's a deal. I'll catch you there after my shift... Enjoy the fruits, sir."
Sorry for all the mun spam! I'm trying to take care of as much housekeeping as I can to keep things easy for everyone.
Since I'm going around following more blogs, I want to clarify this upfront:
I will follow blogs that have caught my attention to fill my feed with muns I like and well-written muses. A follow from me does not necessarily indicate interest in threading, so please do NOT softblock me so I can enjoy your writing! I would prefer a hard block if you genuinely do not want me to see your posts.
I will only start threads with blogs I am mutuals with, to respect any muns who decline to follow back. However, I am open to non-mutuals sending starters or replying to my open calls! If I am interested in continuing to thread with your blog, I will likely follow you at that point.
This has been updated to suit on my Carrd, and very briefly in my pinned post. I'm not sure if this policy is typical in the RPC, but this is how I intend to be permissive towards readers while still clarifying my RP partners. Thanks for your patience!
I've put together a Carrd to host all pertinent information for this blog! You can check it out at peregrinus-rp.carrd.co.
After being on Tumblr for a few weeks and seeing a variety of different blogs and muns, I feel like I have a better understanding of what information is important to provide upfront.
Since I like making Carrds, I decided to format it all there rather than wrestling with Tumblr subpages! In particular, my rules are much more fleshed out, so I hope this will help other muns determine whether I am a good fit for them or not.
I should also add — I've noticed an increase in interest from other RP blogs! Thank you so much for following me. If I have not followed you back (and you are expecting it), it's either because I haven't decided whether or not I want to be mutuals yet (waiting to see more threads & writing from you, etc.) or because I am not currently interested in threading.
I haven't entirely decided how to differentiate between "deciding" and "definitely not" yet — I suppose most people will simply block? I will try to decide that soon, but if you decide that you do not wish to thread with me in the meantime, feel free to act accordingly. No harm done!
I've put together a Carrd to host all pertinent information for this blog! You can check it out at peregrinus-rp.carrd.co.
After being on Tumblr for a few weeks and seeing a variety of different blogs and muns, I feel like I have a better understanding of what information is important to provide upfront.
Since I like making Carrds, I decided to format it all there rather than wrestling with Tumblr subpages! In particular, my rules are much more fleshed out, so I hope this will help other muns determine whether I am a good fit for them or not.
Maybe fate would bring them together in Liyue, then. Or maybe not. Either way, it was nice to make a connection like this. He listened carefully to the other’s words. Seemed like the merchant in charge was pretty kind and from the way the other spoke, it was hard to think it anything but true. That was good, he’d found somewhere to remain as Kazuha had.
“That’s good, then. My Captain’s pretty similar in that regard. I’m free to roam wherever the Fleet docks without concern.”
A detour or two, hm? There was this slight look in his eyes, one that Kazuha had known himself. When they were a child, it was hard not to find Kazuha running off while doing an errand or two. They’d had the same look in their eyes whenever someone offered idle chatter mid errand. “Only a detour or two? How kind of your Boss.” It didn’t take much to hear the amusement in their voice, a slight teasing comment.
He nodded. Though as the other finished his sentence, he tilted their head. “In that case, I can wait for you over there? Or do you want to make the trip together when your Boss is back?”
"I see... Must be nice." It seemed like the young man wasn't in charge of handling the ship's affairs, then. The Wanderer wondered what his job could possibly be. Helmsman? Maybe he mans the oars... No. He's got the wrong build for that.
He could tell the other traveler was making a quip about his lax work situation. Deserved, I guess... I've vexed Boss quite a bit already. "Right. Well, that's why I'm still repaying my debt."
"Mm. It's up to you if you've really got that much time on your hands. My boss is out inspecting the latest shipment — says I'm no good at negotiating with the supplier when they bring in bad stock. He'll probably be back soon... He might even scold me for not minding the stand properly." The Wanderer sighed and glanced around. "Say, nobody's tried to snatch anything while we were talking, right?"
He turned around to grab a ledger from a box behind him — his trust in the stranger on the other side of the stall was almost comedic — and scribbled down their latest transaction. "...Truth be told, I don't have a knack for this kind of thing. If a thief takes off with a few fruits, how am I going to chase them through this crowd?" The Wanderer gestured to himself: short stature, wide-brimmed hat... He certainly didn't seem like he could cut through large crowds.
"Anyways, unless you'd like to fib a little and pose as my long-lost friend, you should probably go on ahead first. My boss is going to start sighing again if he catches me missing out on sales... Let me know where to meet you, and I'll catch up as soon as I don't have to handle all this." He waved at the fruit stall dismissively — evidently, this wasn't his favorite part of the job.
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#[ an untold story ✦ headcanons ᯓ ⋆✴︎ ̊.⋆ ]
what does your muse smell like ? ⸻
If you get close enough, Wanderer's skin smells faintly of maple wood, cherry blossoms, and a hint of static electricity — but he doesn't have much of a scent at all, lacking human glands. His clothes always smell of soap and fresh linens, though you can usually tell when he's been on the road based off of any scents lingering after a long journey. He occasionally selects floral perfumes to wear, preferring blends with jasmine and iris.
what do your muse’s hands feel like ? ⸻
Soft and supple, you could say that Wanderer has the unblemished hands of royalty. He has attempted many times to roughen his palms and develop calluses; he is no stranger to handicrafts and physically demanding labor. Yet in spite of all his efforts, he cannot alter his body, always doomed to be an exquisite puppet.
If you press hard enough into his skin, his handprints seem to resemble wood grain more than any human pattern. His hands also lack any body heat, making them feel cold and a little hollow.
what does your muse usually eat in a day ? ⸻
Generally speaking, Wanderer doesn't eat or drink. His body doesn't require it - eating is for novelty more than anything else. Even if he cooks, he'll usually try to foist the results on someone else - but if he gets roped into eating together, he'll begrudgingly partake.
He's especially fond of bitter foods, and will accept a cup of tea with minimal coaxing. However, he generally considers cuisine wasted on him, and prefers to insist that someone else eat it for him. Does he secretly harbor concern for his human companions, who perish without ample food and drink? ...He'd sooner eat the meal he's refusing than admit that much, so don't push it.
does your muse have a good singing voice ? ⸻
Surprisingly, yes — if he didn't purposely try to make it more abrasive. His voice can become very soft and gentle, perfect for lullabies... In short, you'll never hear him sing. He wishes he had the kind of power that that rockstar Xinyan does, but the best he can manage is a solemn monastic chant.
That being said... The kabukimono may have sung his young friend to sleep a few times, when the child would cry for his mother. Such memories are as distant as another life, however.
does your muse have any bad habits or nervous tics ? ⸻
His worst habit is also his strongest coping mechanism: the instinct to push people away as soon as they come into contact with him. After realizing that humans were illogically drawn to him like moths to a flame, he sought to make himself as abrasive and undesirable as possible, fanning the flames of vengeance and rage into being. Although he was "reset" by Irminsul, once his memories returned, centuries of reflexive denial and irritability flooded back in an instant. It's extremely difficult for him to express his true feelings about his companions, and he fears further betrayal more than anything.
His nervous tics are all related to his hat. He often touches or tugs on the brim of his hat — it's his shield against any keen eyes that might read his rather open expressions. He has a habit of dipping his head to hide his face if he's caught off guard, hiding under the sanctuary of his hat until he recovers.
Without his hat — and without any combat to boost his confidence — he becomes quiet and avoidant, rarely making eye contact. He feels too exposed without its brim above his head, a puppet easily interpreted and manipulated.
what does your muse usually look like / wear ? ⸻
His outfit rarely, if ever, changes. Since he has a puppet's body, his hair doesn't grow out, nor does his skin change over time. Truly, he's the sort of person who seems "frozen in time" whenever you see him. He attempts to twist his beautiful visage into something sharper and less refined, but his natural resting face is serene and gentle.
Because his body does not age, and he was created without blemish, he actually doesn't put much effort into his appearance — his hair is already styled, his eyeliner painted on. He does, however, meticulously clean his clothing and maintain his gear. There was a time when he cluelessly wandered around the craftsmen's forges, collecting soot beneath his soles and smudges on his exquisite garments, but he never forgot the important lessons in cleaning and care that he learned thereafter. If anything, his immaculate clothing is his way of paying respect to those kind-hearted swordsmiths.
He does regularly paint his nails black — a small personal flair in defiance of his creator's design — but any applied paints or pigments eventually peel and flake from his body as it restores his "original" state. However, his nails themselves will never grow out.
is your muse affectionate ? how much ? how so ? ⸻
He is shockingly affectionate, but not in any typical way. Deep down, he has a very tender heart, and the humans around him tend to draw forth the emotions from his soul. Pity, sorrow, rage; he has felt all in equal measure on account of his companions. Because he swore to hold himself above all human emotions and reject all bonds, he has struggled to reconcile the feelings within his heart with his fears and former vows.
Usually, when he expresses affection, it's very two-faced — his mouth spouts words of apathy and irritation, but his actions betray his true feelings. He would never admit it, but he likes to do nice things for those he cares about: giving gifts, rendering them aid, or even just offering his (reluctant) presence are common ways he nonverbally shows affection.
what position does your muse sleep in ? ⸻
He usually falls asleep on his back, with his hat either shielding his face or clasped over his torso. He likes to trace along the trim of his hat until he falls asleep. He's not picky about his accommodations; he'll just as soon sleep in a tree as he will a bed. Since his puppet's body doesn't require the same comfort as a human's, he usually will opt to sleep holding onto his hat rather than covering himself with soft blankets or a downy pillow.
could you hear your muse in the hallway from another room ? ⸻
No. His footsteps are light and soft: graceful, like a cat. Even before receiving his Anemo vision, Wanderer's movements have always been as subtle as the night wind. The only indication of his coming and going, if you don't spot his hat from a mile away, is the soft jangling of the monastic chimes hanging from his hat. However, due to their small size and unorthodox form, even the relatively harsh pitch of those rings is barely audible.
The words spoken were slightly unsure. Maybe he’d only heard of them in passing? “I see, feel free to swing by if you’re ever in Liyue. Most won’t turn down the chance to have company.” If not that, then a fellow wanderer.
Hm, he was quite forthcoming with his knowledge. Though it did explain why he was here rather than somewhere else. “Looks like we have some in common, then. I, too, have wandered across Teyvat. Less to hone my skills but rather to see all that there is. To enjoy the winds across each region.”
And I too have been taken in by another. Someone who saved me from a life of sorrow.
But unlike the other, Kazuha was not so quick to say as much.
They took the Sunsettias in hand, lightly bowing to thank the other. He raised an eyebrow at the other’s words. Amusement danced in his gaze as he hummed. “Well, you’d be in luck then. I’ll be here for a while yet. When are you free to do so?”
"Liyue... Sure. Perhaps my steps will take me there one day." The nameless puppet bowed back, smiling a little to himself — he missed this Inazuman courtesy. The other didn't say much about himself, but he didn't mind. Humans were fickle... This one seemed rather guarded. Had he been too hasty in reaching out? Too late to say now.
"Hmm... Boss gives me time off pretty generously. He only has me at the stand when he can't be in two places at once... like now. Other times, I'm just running errands or fetching deliveries. He never rushes me, so I'm sure he won't mind if I take a detour or two." ...That usually happens anyways, he silently added. At this point, the merchant was well-accustomed to Wanderer, well, wandering off between tasks. It seemed to be in his very nature.
"Anyways, I don't usually hang out at the stand if I'm not working. Too many people around for my tastes. If you'd like to meet up, I suggest somewhere quieter... There's Puspa Café just down the street from here, or if you enjoy nature, the Akademiya has a public garden that I like to visit." The Wanderer shrugged. "Or... You can do as you please. You know where to find me, though. I don't plan on leaving this area until my debt is paid."
