#sonnetos

[devolusion-a]

@sonnetos​     /     get over here gayboy

“You know —”  This can only go poorly.  “Last time I saw Xiao, I asked him about you.  His ears turned red.”  She grins, leaning nearer, smug in the extreme.  “Don’t suppose you’d know anything about that?”

[dandelionne]

@sonnetos​​ : ‘ don’t be a stranger. ’ |  * don’t starters

     THERE WAS SOMETHING different about this bard, although she could not quite place what it was. she had heard him play as she was passing by, finishing an early evening patrol. as the citizens of mondstadt were returning home for the night, she was turning right back towards the knights of favonius headquarters, intent on finishing the paperwork that she had set aside in order to do a final walk through the streets. she had only intended to hear the end of the song he’d been playing, but the beginning notes of the next had stopped her.

     SHE RECOGNIZED IT immediately. as a child her mother had forced her to learn many ballads. it was part of her training, for a knight was meant to know more than just combat, & jean had been nothing if not an eager pupil. the memories of those days came back to her then, of memorizing the words underneath a tree in windrise on a warm day, largely left to her own studies. relaxed & slightly drowsy, these were the moments where she had found peace. 

     THE SONG ENDED, reminding jean that she was no longer that training child, the one reaching for a dream connected to a legacy that still seemed too grand. she was the acting grand master, the dandelion knight, an accomplished symbol. but, just for a moment, she had forgotten all of it. 

     STEPPING FORWARD, SHE gave the bard what one might consider a generous amount of mora for his perfomance. &, though she wanted to speak up, to tell him how the performance had moved her, she couldn’t find the words ( or the courage ). luckily, he spoke first, eliminating the need.

     don’t be a stranger.

     ON THE SURFACE, the call seemed like nothing more than the end of a transaction–––– a performer asking a generous customer to return–––– but, there was something behind his smile, a mischievousness in his eyes, as if he’d known what he’d done. but, certainly, that was impossible, she was sure of it.

     ❝ of course. ❞

     WITH A GENTLE nod of her head, she offered a smile in return. this bard had gotten her attention for sure, & there were questions that she’d certainly like answered. &, should her inquiries lead her nowhere, then she would have an opportunity to hear another song.

    ❝ i look forward to hearing you play again. ❞

[heartblown]

@sonnetos​​ asked: ❝ just make sure it rhymes. ❞ || earl prompts - accepting !!

“ what the hell rhymes with albedo ?? ” she laments, tucking a pencil behind her ear to communicate unimpeded (alice has an awful habit of absolutely launching anything small enough to throw when she gets enthusiastic). they’ve been at this for hours, and venti was only becoming more and more unhelpful.

she’s got a list of words that she’s been told rhyme slightly to the right of her main draft, of anything that ended with ‘edo’. it only has ‘credo’ and ‘teredo’ on it, because their life was an absolute nightmare and why did she decided to make a song for each of her kids. and why was it so much easier to come up with songs for klee ??

more importantly, would albedo care if she changed their name, just a little bit ?? at this point it was an option she had to consider. something to bother rhinedóttir about in her next letter, which alice will begin after they finish this verse. at least venti had agreed to set it to music for only a bottle of dandelion wine — she was loathe to let any of mondstadt’s other bards come within twenty meters of her, for what they figured were obvious reasons. alice fingerspells, “ e-g-o ?? w-e d-o ?? ”

[devolusion-a]

@sonnetos​

“Big brother Venti!  Big brother!!”  The child runs to the bard, one hand waving over her head to grab the other’s attention, the other holding — something? — to her chest.  Once she finally reaches them, she beams upwards, taking a moment to catch her breath.  “Happy Windblume!”  Nevermind that it’s not actually here yet.  It’s still close, and she’s just about bursting with excitement.  “Klee made you a special treasure to celebrate!”  And what should she show him but a tiny, palm - sized (  theirs, not hers  ) Dodoco!  With a green ribbon wrapped around and tied with a bow!  “It won’t blow up, don’t worry!”

[redmaples]

"i'd say, your flute playing makes my weary heart swell! perhaps you should consider becoming a traveling bard as well."

          The bard's presence had long since been heard by Kazuha, and he's only grateful the other let him complete his song. "The compliment is greatly appreciated. However, I believe it is best for me to simply be a wandering traveler and play my flute whenever nature inspires me."