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text; un; dandelionwine

[concierto]

[This text might or might not have been for you... A misfire that isn't entirely sober either- Hello!]

I wrote a poem about my saltshaker, would that be considered creative or angry? Or creatively angry?

[whirlwindthrust]

[ It's pretty safe to assume drunk... That's likely Venti's default state, is it not? ]

Go back to bed.

[concierto]

I still have to share my poem with you!

[whirlwindthrust]

Did you not just do so?

[concierto]

Have I? The poem about salt... I was just.

Where have I written it?

[whirlwindthrust]

You shared the fact you had written one. However is it necessary to share the poem itself?

[concierto]

[Have a really random haiku about salt!! (?)]

Peanut butter vein
Crosses my ice cream length-wise—
Just a hint of salt

[whirlwindthrust]

[ .... ]

Go drink some water and then return to bed, Lord Barbatos.

[concierto]

Hmm. No. I don't want to.

You'll need to tell me what you think of it first.

[whirlwindthrust]

My opinion is that you might have had a fair amount to drink.

[concierto]

Pretty please... Humour me just this once.

[whirlwindthrust]

I humor you on a near nightly basis.

[concierto]

This is important! Pretty pretty please? Your word is important to me!

[whirlwindthrust]

I am not a proper judge when it comes to poetry.

[concierto]

How will you know if you don't first try?

Xiao

Xiaooo

Who else will help me?

[whirlwindthrust]

Another bard perhaps? A lyricist? An actual writer?

[concierto]

I guess I could see if Zhongli is awake...

[Who says that rock-headed old man is any of those things?]

[whirlwindthrust]

[ You're not going to make him jealous by bringing up Morax, Venti. ]

I am certain he would be flattered that you thought of him and valued his opinion.

4/17 | action-ish??

[saxum]

[ Hello, Mr. Xiao, wherever you happen to be on this fine Saturday you'll be interrupted by a seelie whom he might know as Zhongli's companion aka his familiar. The little floating friend sways through the air with a special delivery perched on its "head": what seems to be a small box that would fit in the palm of the Yaksha's hand, and an envelope which Xiao will notice is addressed to him, from Zhongli. ]

[whirlwindthrust]

[ To be fair, Xiao does not anticipate receiving anything. He finds the practice of celebrating one's day of birth to be quite perplexing. Unneeded.

All the same, he does notice that this is the Archon's familiar. Xiao isn't going to turn it away! That means he is accepting the box and the envelop that comes with it. ]

[saxum]

[ Thank goodness, that sure is a nice weight off of that floaty little body! The seelie gives a pleased wiggle and spin in the air, far more content to be able to move around more freely, before it begins to hover around Xiao insistently. It was instructed to not only make this delivery but make sure it was well accepted.

...so? Look at your gifts, Xiao! Inside the box will be a piece of carved jadeite. The letter, when opened, reads the following: ]

All stone wears with age. The change of this piece has already begun and shall not end until its definition has become lost, and it returns to the dust of this world.

Is it not strange for beings such as ourselves to be so distanced of this concept of life and death, when it is us alone who are so keenly familiar with both. We are no sooner to our end then we are the moment in time we were brought into creation. But there are times where this existence is more distinct than usual. That day, for you, is today.

You care not for mortal trivialities such as the celebration of one's birth, this I know. Regardless of where we are and how we choose to live, what we deign to call ourselves, you shall continue to be as you've been created. If this is so, and you cannot accept this gift, then please accept this offering of peace to the Yaksha known as Xiao, given name by the Archon, Morax. My name has changed, but my memories of those times have not. Just as the sentiment of this stone shall always be as long as you choose to remember.

- Zhongli

4/17 delivery;

[concierto]

[While it seems that the tradition in Teyvat is to gift others on your own birthday, Venti still had plans to gift something to the Yaksha. And while it proved to be quite difficult to get what he actually wanted for him after some discussion with a few local green magic users...

There is a delivery to Xiao's room of a beautifully arranged basket of white flowers. Osmanthus, lillies, chinese roses, sweet olive flowers, a few nestled in lotus flowers, chrysanthemums, peonies, hibiscus blooms and camellias. Along with the lavish assortment of flowers is a small neatly wrapped gift.

For if Venti can't find qingxin flowers in this world, he'll just have to get creative.

A note is attached,]

Count your garden by the flowers
Never by the leaves that fall.
Count your day by golden hours
Don't remember clouds at all.
Count your nights by stars not shadows.
Count your life by smiles not tears.
And with joy on every birthday count your age by blessings not years.

text; feedthepaimon

[notemergencyfood]

xiao. your tofu is ready as promised. please accept tofu apology. there is just one teeeenie problem, cant find you. 🤷

[whirlwindthrust]

[ Oh... You know he had forgotten about this? ]

I am at the Inn.

dec 25th gift delivery

[garyoutensei]

[ They didn't know each other that well, but hey, respect is respect. And a good fighter deserves some good sake. She sends a bottle of her best. Well, okay, not her "best" since she's pretty sure that shit tastes like battery acid to everyone else despite it tasting great to her, but it's still the finest wine she could make for other people. ]