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[ Two dumb old gods doing dumb things ]

[ As if he finds this all too amusing ]

I'm afraid my stories are not as well received as those done by the trained poets. A lack of flair and captivating story elements, one might argue.

Perhaps you might be able to offer tips on how to be more engaging to the audience.

Lie. ♥

[ Raises an eyebrow at the little sprite ]

Really? It's that simple?

People love a tall tale. Embellish!

I would argue the point that an exaggeration is not a lie as long as it holds a single grain of truth.

Then there is your starting point. Why not spin a yarn that can stand beside their tales?

Shall I start with the story of how first Rex Lapis met Barbatos and thought it to be a confrontation, but it was settled with an offering of dandelion wine?

That sounds like a cozy tale.

[pulling self snug against Zhongli's neck, the feeling of a breeze tickling]

One that has drama and danger and kindness and laughter.

[ Zhongli laughs, nuzzling into the touch in return ]

All things you enjoy in a ballad, if memory serves.

Ah if only I could hear you try your hand at such a thing~

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

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

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.

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

You are good with words sometimes. Color me impressed.

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... ]

[makes a noise like bells in a windchime]

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