La Brighella

⚜︎ "the Ringleader" ⚜︎ ✧ Death's Most Favoured ✧ 10th of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers ✧ (this is a side blog, my main is official-skips)

[the-tenth-harbinger]

"Welcome, welcome, you curious thing ... take a seat! I don't bite ... much."

"The Ringleader," La Brighella, is a force to be reckoned with. Be careful with what you let slip around her, for her informational reach is vast and her ears never miss a detail.

The Tenth Harbinger does not take kindly to those she views as a threat. Butter her up with sweet talk and a steel intellect ... and she might not make you her next meal example :)

(Hi! This is a side blog run by @official-skips for heehee-hahas, if you wanna talk with me OoC, head on over to my main blog :D)

[the-tenth-harbinger]

My son looks just like me …

[the-tenth-harbinger]

It's fascinating, how much has changed since my death...

The 1st, 3rd, 6th, 7th, and 8th seats at the table of Harbingers are vacant (regrettably), the 11th seat has been filled (regrettably), the 4th seat has been reoccupied, and the 2nd seat has turned traitor

There is no longer a geo nor hydro archon

The Temple of Space has been rediscovered

Friends I've known have come and gone

My son is in his twenties

I could go on

I have a lot of catching up to do ...

[official-skips]

some more Cassiopeia for the people

[the-tenth-harbinger]

I miss you, darling Cassie ...

[the-tenth-harbinger]

reuniting with past comrades and people I knew ... is always an odd feeling

I have changed. You have changed. Sometimes, that changes our interactions.

Some, though, fall right back into place, exactly where they used to be. And it is ... quite nice :)

[the-tenth-harbinger]

if I hear one more complaint about tufts of my feather boa found on the floor, I'll rip someone's hair out and throw it on the floor to cover the feathers ...

[official-skips]

sanatorium buddies

[the-tenth-harbinger]

darling Cassie … if I had known the impact you would have had on my mental well-being, I would not have treated you so harshly …

know that I think of you even twenty years later

[the-tenth-harbinger]

I have very few good memories from my time at the sanatorium. The majority of it was strife, physical pain, mental blur, and forced companionship with the other residents. It was not pleasant.

But the good memories i do have, I carry with me everywhere. The kindness of the older residents, the innocence of the younger, the gentle breeze that would tousle my hair and bring momentary relief from my pain. I made a good friend all those years ago, that I today found buried in the plot beside the western wall. I left flowers by her grave. You will be missed Cassiopeia.

Now these walls are finally being torn down. I say let them.

[official-skips]

visiting the old sanatorium site (pics below)

yes using diluc was intentional

[the-tenth-harbinger]

It seems the lonely sanatorium is now in shambles

The breeze no longer tickles the back of my neck, there's a few new gravestones, and it is completely vacant of any form of life. However, sitting on the parapet to overlook the sea still reminded me of the time I spent there.

The stone, now exposed to the sun, is no longer cold

[the-tenth-harbinger]

I long for the shoals of Nod-Krai, where the snow isn't as bitingly cold and the water is filled with salty crystals

[the-tenth-harbinger]

I am being sent to Dornman Port on a "mission" to collect intel on a regional disturbance

hmph. does the Tsaritsa really think I am stupid enough not to realise she is keeping me and Tartaglia apart?

In my defense, I grabbed at his head once. That Regrator loves to exaggerate things.

[the-tenth-harbinger]

and just as expected, that fucking miser will not help me cover the cost

i wonder if his entire life's savings are shoved up his ass with how unwilling he is to use them

[the-tenth-harbinger]

her majesty will have mercy on me. it would only be one transgression, and i have done worse things. she cannot discard her informational centre after one transgression.

besides, i can easily find her a new eleventh harbinger.

[the-tenth-harbinger]

a dead mitachurl crashed through my bedchamber's fucking window

[the-tenth-harbinger]

I have learnt 7 out of my 10 coworkers' true names

The Damselette, Balladeer, and Marionette are giving me a harder time, though I hypothesize, at least in the Balladeer's case, that they never had a true name at all prior to their harbingerdom

Some I did not even have to search for. Childe, for example, introduced himself to me with his full legal name, patronymic and all.

[the-tenth-harbinger]

I've taken up an interest in Liyuean adepti and their relationship with their "deceased" god

do they ever feel abandoned by their leader, left to protect their nation by themselves? do they resent him for the choice he made?

will the people-ruled people of Liyue soon face the same divine wrath that purged Khaenri'ah of this very transgression?