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[leaveofabsence]

[ Two dumb old gods doing dumb things ]

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[leaveofabsence]

I may not carry a tune well enough for a ballad, but might I interest you in a poem.

[whistlesthewind]

You must dedicate the poem to me! So have at it.

[leaveofabsence]

From countless, seven were born.
Wearied, bloodied, and each with their own to mourn.
A dragon fierce and proud who toppled countless in his rise.
A wind sprite and a brave people who saw to a tyrant's demise.
One approached with an alliance to define.
The other with a bottle of wine.
Not greater opposites could be found.
Yet for millennia did their friendship resound.

[whistlesthewind]

[happy tittering noises as he flits about and settles finally tucked in Zhongli's collar]

You are good with words sometimes. Color me impressed.

[leaveofabsence]

Dedicated to our Lord Barbatos who guides the wind in Mondstadt even if no one has seen his divine presence in well over five centuries.

[ He reaches over to pat the sprite gently on the head. ]

Because it is a special occasion, I shall kindly ignore the addition of the adverb.

[ Sometimes... Honestly... ]

[whistlesthewind]

[makes a noise like bells in a windchime]