I wandered lonely as a cloud

[backstreetbard]

[ Even at the height of her fame as a member of the Mittelfrank Opera Company, Dorothea rarely had a reason to travel outside of Enbarr. The opera wasn't some minstrel show that could be packed up overnight and carried from town to town--it required a theater of sufficient size, and few even in Adrestia could match it for grandeur.

No, it wasn't until war was declared in Fodlan that she truly became a traveling performer. Weary soldiers didn't care that she'd headlined a dozen shows before giving up her spot as prima donna to attend Garreg Mach's Officers Academy--all they cared about was that she could sing and dance to help them forget that they might die in battle the next day. Indeed, she gave up the glamour and prestige of the opera, even risking her own life to fight for a better future.

That's how she knows she isn't just lost in Fodlan. The air tastes different, and the landmarks are entirely unfamiliar, unlike anything she ever saw during the campaigns in the five-year war. Ironic, she thinks, that it's only when the war is finally won that she's dropped into some strange, foreign world. Maybe the Goddess had grown weary of her unbelief, or perhaps had found no further use for her and cast her out, much as her own father had once done.

Whatever the reason, Dorothea spends the better part of a day wandering in the wilderness before she happens upon a city. She doesn't earn more than a passing glance from the guards posted at the city gates, which is a relief. Less encouraging is the fact that the first vendor she tries to buy food from turns her silver coin back and forth in their hands and asks why her money looks like that. They can't accept anything but 'mora' and she has none, so she moves on. At the very least, she can dip her hand into a fountain to quench her thirst, but hunger gnaws at her, unable to be sated. That, at least, is depressingly familiar.

As the sun begins to set and the citizenry close up shop to head back to their homes and families (or drinking establishment of choice), Dorothea finds herself at the foot of a winged statue. Its hands are extended, palms open; is it asking for something, or perhaps offering something up instead? The 'Anemo Archon,' a plaque reads, but that means nothing to her. A deity of some sort, to be sure. What would it ask of her, she wonders--would it abandon her as her own Goddess had? She supposes she'll never know. ]

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[windblume]

[ It was not the first wayward traveler that crossed Mondstadt's threshold. The beauty of the free city was that it welcomed all – for anyone who sought freedom from shackles or hope for a new dawn would ensure the city was better than it was the day before.

By the time Dorothea reaches the great blessings of Barbatos, a wayward bard with a bottle of wine tucked under his arm was chased from the church's premise. Barbara, the haughty and fiery Sister, nearly tossing her shoe at the young man who seemed to yell his defenses out so clearly: ]

'Tis not my fault! Sister Rosaria asked for it! I can't let you confiscate it! I'll send donations aplenty this month for the trouble! Mercy, please!

[ He outruns her and finally, the nun gives up with a huff. Storming back to the Church in hopes of finding Rosaria to clear this mess up – what kind of message would it be if Rosaria drank with a bard on Church grounds...?!

In his haste he settles on the opposite side of the winged statue, just muttering to himself. It's not until he looks up does he sense it: a new visitor. He'd have recognized chocolate tresses and that face – if only because he tries to recall. ]

Ah? A devout one to Barbatos this time of day? Surely one would be better suited for the taverns or enjoying the last call for restaurants!

[backstreetbard]

Barbatos? Is that what he's called?

[ She looks up again at the statue's serene face and shakes her head. ]

Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not devoted to any god. Not since I was a child. Just... taking in the sights, that's all. You seem a little young to be out at this hour, though.

[ Taking a closer look at Venti, she raises a brow when she notices the bottle tucked under his arm. ]

And a little young to be drinking? Shouldn't you be heading home?

[ She attempts a stern look, hands on her hips, but her stomach growls at the thought of all the restaurants she can't afford to dine in. It somewhat lessens the intimidation factor. ]

[windblume]

[ Now that was curious. Venti has to narrow his eyes more cautionary. One who rebukes the gods... oh, they suffer a fate that many consider worse than death... ]

Lord Barbatos, Anemo Archon of the free lands, yes!

[ And as helpful as he goes to be... the mention of his age has him falter forward. Yeesh, head drooped low and his bottle clutched a little more tightly, Venti grumbles to himself. He's ready to defend himself but – he hears the grumble as well. It's best to take an easier approach – could this traveler be... well, another traveler?! ]

Fair visitor to Mondstadt, looks are very deceiving. I am not only old enough but I provide entertainment to those wishing to spend their evenings hugging the tavern bars. My name is Venti, best bard in Mondstadt – three years counting! Perhaps you've heard of the voice of an angel to perform later tonight at Angel's Share? 'Tis me, ehe.

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He reminds me of the murals of the goddess from back home, with the wings like that. She has lilies in her hair, though.

[ Dorothea's belief in Sothis only extended as far as her faith in the Professor--in a tangible person, someone who had practically risen from the dead to help them in their darkest hours. The gods of this world are all a mystery to her. Are they even real? Or are they just an excuse for those already in positions of power to retain their status and keep a stranglehold on the people? She hasn't been here long enough to be sure. ]

Angel's Share? I haven't heard of it, but if you really are the best bard in the land then I suppose I'll have to come and listen to your performance. You could say that I'm a lover of the fine arts.

[ She gives him an appraising look, then asks: ] I don't suppose there's an opera in this city? Or a theater? Can a musician really make a living wage here?

[windblume]

Ah, perhaps inspiration is divine and comes from sources unknown to us. It is the God's business, after all!

[ Did he seriously tease the idea Barbatos was inspired by another Goddess? Of course, he simply throws Dorothea off his own trail. It allows him to instead learn more of hers. Barbatos clings to his bottle and skips forward with a small smile. ]

You haven't?! Oh, jeez! You must go! I'd even say now while the crowds are light! [ He has an 'in' with the owner, after all. However, his eyes narrow a bit. ] Oh, no. How would I survive if a musician impedes on my territory?! My lady, there is plenty of opportunity in the free city. We have no opera and perhaps Fontaine or Liyue is better suited in theater but... Mondstadt provides for all of those willing to try.

[backstreetbard]

I very much doubt that. [ She chuckles softly. ] Perhaps us mortals imagine all our gods to be implacable, serene creatures with great white wings. But I don't know, maybe you're right. I'm not so arrogant as to claim there aren't things beyond my understanding, after all. This world and the ones beyond it are full of more mysteries than I care to count.

[ Dorothea's expression turns sheepish when Venti urges her to go to the Angel's Share, and she shakes her head. ]

I'm afraid there's not much point. They won't take my money there, I'm sure--no one has been willing to since I arrived.

[ To show him what she means, she pulls a small coin purse from a pocket in her skirt and produces a gold coin, which she hands to him for his examination. It might not look unusual at first pass, but a closer inspection would reveal this is no Mora at all. On one side is the Crest of Seiros, not unlike the eye of a peacock feather; on the opposite side, '100' is imprinted in fine script, with laurels around it.

If anything, this only proves she isn't from Teyvat, since the only currency that has existed here since the Archon Wars is the Mora. She seems to have no idea how much something so small betrays the truth of her origins. ]

Oh? Is that so? But I thought you said you were the best bard in the entire city? If that's true, a little competition won't put you out of work. [ Dorothea grins at Venti, putting her coin purse away. He's free to keep the Fodlan money. It's not doing her any good here. ] But I'm afraid that if no opera exists here already, it would be more trouble than I can manage on my own to establish one. A lone diva does not an opera make--it would require the skills of many talented individuals: other singers, of course, and musicians; costume designers and seamstresses; prop and set makers... I could go on. So much work goes into the production of every single show, not to mention a grand opera house. It's an endeavor beyond my means.

[windblume]

The white wings may be a little cliché at this point!

[ Teasing, light – he knows there were reasons for the wings. Of course, Barbatos chose the form directly, after all! When Dorothea speaks, he hums in amusement. This one was sly-tongued and thoughtful.

However, when Dorothea shows off the coin that was quite different than Mora – he has to snicker a bit. Oh, Morax would be cross to see another currency spread. He wags his finger teasingly. ]

Hm... allow me to accompany you there, I am quite friendly with the owner! What kind of bard would I be to ensure fair maidens are left uncared for in faraway lands... I am a gentleman, above all!

[ And, there she goes teasing him and making him clutch the coin – he pockets it for later. He... has a few people to seek out to ask about it. ]

Even the best bard must keep eyes out for competition. Times are changing, my lady, and if one does not keep up with the tide that rolls in... they shall be swept away. Talent is a trait many of us keep hidden but perhaps it is when one rises to a challenge that the real talent unveils itself. Come, allow me to welcome you to Mondstadt proper and we can discuss this opera!

[backstreetbard]

[ Dorothea seems to consider for a moment, but then she nods. She is a beautiful woman, and men are... well. Men. No matter what world she's in, she'd have to have lost her charm completely to go into a tavern and not be treated to at least one beverage and a meal. She'll work the situation to her advantage no matter what.

Smiling, she offers her arm to Venti. ]

In that case, lead the way. And please, call me Dorothea, the Mystical Songstress of the Mittelfrank Opera Company.

[windblume]

[ Venti takes one arm with a smile. The friendliness of a bard was well-known, but this one was different. Almost a type of wonder that was beholden to a child – but he was far from it. A pleasant breeze almost leads them to Angel's Share as they walk. ]

Dorothea!? A songstress in a title by default? Now, then I'll need to see if you can spread a blanket of mystery across our land!

[ While he sees if he can figure out more information about her arrival... ]

Oh, where is my manners! I'm Venti, Mondstadt's wandering bard that has traveled from Inazuma to Fontaine, to Sumeru to the chilly peaks of Schneznaya! You are safe in my company, for I know how this world works better than most rooted to their ways and their lands.

[ And... among other reasons. ]

[backstreetbard]

Mystery, wonder, and romance--I promise to put on a show for you sometime. I could do it now, if I had a lute or something similar, but I'm afraid I'm quite emptyhanded at the moment.

[ The walk to the Angel's Share is an enjoyable one; it's a warm evening, but not too humid, and a refreshing breeze seems to be blowing in from the lake that surrounds the city. People greet Venti as they pass in the homey, lamplit streets with familiar, friendly smiles. He seems quite popular. She decides that this place is much less like Enbarr than her initial estimation. ]

Venti. I don't know where any of those places are, but it's lovely to meet you all the same.

[ They step into the tavern and Dorothea can already tell that it shouldn't be too hard to fill her stomach tonight. The place is incredibly clean--none of the sticky floors and stuffy corners that the taverns in Fodlan always seemed to have. It's like she's fallen into a fairytale world. ]

[windblume]

Miss, if you speak like that, you must find yourself settled quickly in order to deliver! If not a lute, would a lyre work?

[ Venti is quick to wave to a few passerbys, but he won't try to engage in conversation. Many of them, however, would give him a judgy little glare. Mostly shopkeeps that have had their wares bartered for by a song or tricked into giving out items.

For as well as Venti was known, he was known as a vagabond too. ]

They are far away yet if one has a will and way, not far enough to abstain from visiting.

[ Soon, they are in Angel's Share and the early crew of drunks were already a pint in. Master Diluc was slinging drinks tonight, he turns and gives a glare down to the two.

"Bard." ]

Master Diluc! Are you serving food tonight?

[ "Finger food. Sandwiches from Adeline and the girls, same as always." He is short, polishing off a glass with a curious glance to Dorothea. ]

Oh, perfect! I'd like a small platter please.

[ "And you'll pay for it this time, yes?" That makes Venti pull away and skip to the bar, leaning over with a hushed whisper. Laughing, nervously, as he explains. ]

My friend here is new in town! I wish to ensure her stomach is filled before I discuss a few things. Business-y things, you see!

[ Diluc glares to him, then looks back to Dorothea with a soft sigh.

"Is he causing you trouble, miss...?" ]

[backstreetbard]

Oh yes, a lyre works just fine. It's not my first choice, but as long as they're in tune I can play them.

[ Yes, Dorothea knows those looks. She was a beggar long enough to recognize them. Her little friend seems to be a mixed bag, but she likes him well enough so far, and someone having spotty reputation has never stopped her from doing as she pleased in the past.

She has to raise an eyebrow at the bartender's tone. Venti laughs it off and then the red-haired man's attention turns to her. ]

Trouble? Not at all--I'm not the sort of girl who makes a habit of staying in the company of people who cause me trouble. In fact, he was just showing me around a bit, as I'm a new arrival. He was actually about to let me borrow a lyre so that I could entertain your guests... free of charge as an introductory promotion, naturally.

[windblume]

[ Diluc still has to watch out for patrons. It's not the first time Venti has charmed someone to pay for a tab, after all..

"A performer?" Venti even lifts the lyre up for emphasis too, supporting Dorothea's claim. Diluc has to be cautious. "He doesn't often bring competition around..."

Diluc almost blurted out: you must be really good or really bad, but he refrains. Turning around. "Welcome to Angel's Share either way, let me know if there's anything I can get you." ]

A bottle! Spiked cider, pleaaaase!

[ Venti makes Diluc huff before dismissing him, the bard eagerly nudging towards the corner where a small wood stage was. ]

You know, Master Diluc doesn't often take new faces well – so I think that went surprisingly well! I swear, no trouble shall rear its head on my watch.

[backstreetbard]

[ Diluc's unspoken presumption about Dorothea's skill is actually right on the money, as it were. She winks at him when Venti asks for a bottle of cider and grins when his eyes widen slightly, but the little bard ushers her along before she can settle in to flirt more with the bartender. ]

He's cute--is he single? [ She chuckles softly as she steps up onto the small stage, taking the lyre from Venti with a nod of thanks. ] I'll leave it to you, then.

[ Plucking the strings of the lyre, she turns the tuning pegs slightly for her vocal range, which is enough to catch the attention of many patrons. Without introduction, she begins to sing; her voice is soft and clear like a bell, a gentle soprano that manages to fill the tavern with effortless ease. Every aspect of her performance, even down to her precise posture, speaks of years of hard practice, and it doesn't take long for her to command the attention of everyone present. She's a beautiful woman with the voice of an angel, after all. ]

[windblume]

Painfully single. [ And yes, Venti has to agree. Diluc was Mondstadt's most eligible bachelor for a reason! ] Yet, his heart belongs to his work, you see.

[ Diluc can play the role of wine tycoon but he wishes for something far more noble. Venti doesn't betray that secret but he's not eager to hook Dorothea up with him – the last thing he needs to do is write songs of a fallen hero and a love-lost widow!

However, when Dorothea gets in place, she blends in with the very best of Teyvat. The artistry, the allure – it romanticizes words that may never have been before. Venti doesn't lose eye contact, but he sits in his seat proper like the rest of the establishment.

Even Diluc leans on the counter briefly. ]

[backstreetbard]

[ Dorothea doesn't argue with Venti's assessment of Diluc, but it doesn't diminish her interest, either. She can fix him. She just knows it.

In this strange, new world she's found herself in, she doesn't have the luxury to hope for romance--she has no luxuries at all, because she owns nothing but the clothes on her back. In Fodlan she could wish for a spouse that truly loved her, but that was only after years of war had disabused her of the notion that true stability was ever certain. In Teyvat, it's another story--without the prestige of her careers as diva or general in the war of unification, without her powerful friends and allies, the most she can hope for is to find a tolerable spouse who can maintain her lifestyle once her looks and her voice have faded.

Of course, Venti can't be expected to know her painful history. They've only just met, and she's quite the skilled actress, after all. At any rate, her looks and her voice haven't faded yet, and she uses them to keep her audience captive while she plies her songcraft. Weaving words and music, she captivates her audience until the last notes of her song fade from the tavern, and it is instead filled with the sound of raucous applause.

She bows gracefully once, then once again, before stepping down from the stage and returning Venti's lyre. Men are already scrambling for her attention or to buy her a drink. ]

Well, what did you think? I hope I met your expectations.

[windblume]

[ Diluc may be painfully single, but he's painfully attentive too. So was everyone else in the place. It wasn't often that a songbird snuck in to sing before someone like Venti – even if Miss Lisa did grow a bit more loose-lipped with her hums when she had too much to drink.

It was a beautiful song though, it was a performance as inspiring as anyone that would demand it. People stop their drinks, sit straighter in their chairs and Venti tugs down his cap from his head with a smirk. When she finishes and the applaud echoes around – Venti extends his arms and waves off the men to buy her a drink. ]

Shoo, shoo! There's no time for you! If the miss would like your attention later, she will approach you!

[ Venti is a successful bodyguard, even if Diluc was nice enough to send over drinks and... a small bowl of bar peanuts. Venti is appreciative, nicer than he'd been in some time! His gaze falls to Dorothea. ]

Met them? You've soared so high above them! That is a Mondstadt spirit, embodied in song.

[backstreetbard]

[ Dorothea descends on the bowl of peanuts like a wolf, too hungry to care that they aren't the sandwiches Venti had asked for. They'll take the edge off her hunger, at the very least. Venti does perhaps too good a job at dismissing her admirers, scaring off her meal ticket with them, so the peanuts will just have to suffice for now.

The drink is cold, at least, and while she doesn't much care for alcohol, she is thirsty and it would be rude and wasteful to refuse the drink now that it's been poured for her. ]

I'm glad my skills are still up to snuff after so long. It's been... hmm... seven years?

[ The last bit is murmured mostly to herself in a soft, contemplative tone before she takes a long drink from her mug. Nothing that happened in Fodlan matters here at all, so what's the point in dwelling on it? ]

Tell me more about yourself, then. You said you're the best bard in the city--how'd you earn such an auspicious title?

[windblume]

[ The sandwiches were being made!!! These would tide over gremlins and songstresses alike, at least. Diluc was not giving them attention beyond a few idle glances, not prying further than he needed to. He was on the clock and new travelers or not – he had to work.

Venti, however, was giving more than enough attention. Batting off onlookers and demanding Dorothea converse only with him for now. Not to overwhelm and be greedy, just to keep her from feeling such way.]

Seven years? It sounds as if you sang when you awoke like some princess among magical singing animals! Jeez, I may seriously be in trouble if you take every Mora from these patrons! [ Which, fortunately... a few slide to Diluc for the entertainment – who readily puts together a small jar for the woman. Venti takes his own glass, chugging actually, and then: ] Ahhhh. A good bard tells the stories of others, not of themselves! I am merely a Mondstadter who was raised on a good story and song and I believe those wings carry on further than my voice ever could. It's nothing wildly impressive, I'm afraid.

[ Another sip: ]

Overcompensation for my own bored life, if we want to be precise.