birdsong.
Traveling for work was nothing new, and neither was the prospect of traveling alone. It afforded him some peace and quiet, though it had a tendency to bore him. What entertainment he found on the road from Mondstadt to Sumeru was, more often than not, of his own making, and the silence presented too much opportunity for his mind to wander. There were moments when Kaeya struggled to stamp down a thought before it could take root, turning his attention to whatever new or exciting thing he could find. Suffice it to say that traveling alone was a pain he would have rather avoided.
Not that it was all bad.
The verdant forests of Sumeru were plentiful with a cacophony of life, lush and overgrown and wild. Birds and insects joined together in a compelling orchestra of song he couldn’t help but hum along with, and the scenery itself was truly something to behold. It wasn’t Kaeya’s first time in Sumeru, but his trips here were few and far between, a rarity that he enjoyed. Mondstadt had its own merits of course, but there was nothing like traversing the unexplored, especially when it was so vibrant and alive.
Perhaps that had something to do with why he had volunteered himself to inspect the safety of the trade routes.
Dirt crunched underfoot as he came to a stop, eye catching glimpses of sunlight glinting off of blue-green feathers. Kaeya hummed thoughtfully — and then he whistled.
“♪… hey, little birdie, don't feel down, come and perch on my shoulder ♪…” / @wisdomtold !
