There really was something peculiar about the atmosphere, unlike Liyue where the presence of the adepti could be felt within the wind itself. “The nation of freedom.” Tartaglia utters from his lips softly as his feet pushes him forward. People seemed business themselves, decorations were being placed over certain stores and ribbons around trimmed shrubs. That peculiar feeling her thought of earlier..wasn't the lack of a god watching over the city, as a matter of fact it was quite the opposite. The great city of wind somehow felt as though Barbados was among them. Though, it appeared the fatui harbinger grew rather clumsy today, due to his eyes focused on the decorations and the many children that happily skipped through the streets he had failed to notice that his own frame was about to collide against another. The moment he chest felt a gentle force against it his senses returned to him, quickly looking forward with an apologetic expression. “Oh my, I'm sorry about that. I promise I'm not always this clumsy.”
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