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When it rains...
"Behave like rain and fall for me."
The glimmering of a crystal lake, the soft yet at the same time strong breeze that is uniquely from the land of the Anemo Archon's, the endless picturesque cliffs that stands magnificent, the myriad of colorful trees that speaks of different stories, all of these seemed to be something akin that of a some sort of a fairytale faraway place from books.
But when the heavens graces the earth with it's tears, somehow everything seems to be muted in pale gray and in a hushed somber mood.
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Observing the darkening skies with a frown, he steps through the vast lush green fields umbrella tucked in his arm, courtesy of Adelinde.
"It is going to rain Master, please take this with you."
Noting the cool breeze tickling his cheek with the rain coming soon, Diluc treks through by the Statue of Seven in hastened steps. The world turns into the color of dreary and cold as the droplets of rain finally falls, opening the umbrella in his firm grip with a snap, it blooms into a pretty shade of crimson much like his red mane he muses with a huff 'typical Adelinde'.
The forest area blurs by when he stepped into a hill nearby, the wide terrain of Windrise greeting him as he takes a detour out of Springvale. Damp grass fields, humidity present in the air, and the ever unchanging magnificent tree of Mondstadt's Hero Venessa makes quite a scenic view, well aside from how it usually looks under the bright sun, it looks more sober under the rain.
Stopping by a group of windwheel asters Diluc gazes up at the Anemo Archon's Statue "Just Venti, Master Diluc!" his mind supplies, steering close to the statue he stands alert as his senses picks something up, there was a detail he failed to notice as he cautiously peers at the back. There was a person sitting behind it. Not just any person though as he releases a sigh of relief.
"Jean?"
Ponytail jolting in action, the said blonde turns to the other in an almost painful slow motion seemingly like having been caught red-handed. She offers him a polite nod and an even more polite smile as she regards him while hugging her knees to her chest.
"Master Diluc."
With a sigh, Diluc sidles beside her, hovering the umbrella over her, brows furrowing by the second the longer he stares at her, clicking his tongue he conjures a tamed fire with a flick of his hand encasing her in warmth and drying her clothes in an instant.
"What on teyvat are you doing under the pouring rain?"
Blinking up at him, she murmurs a thank you with a smile, a blinding smile that jostles him with a stutter, he subtly turns his gaze away lest she notice the slight tinge of pink on his cheeks. Jean shifts in her seat as she tilts her head up with the tree of Venessa coming into view.
"I was simply...resting." biting her lip in contemplation, she wasn't sure if she should even be resting right now, the rain just caught her off guard as she was heading back that must be it, she traces the elegant branches of the tree with her cloudy eyes, she rubs away the weariness.
"No matter how foreign that word is when I hear it from you, there is no crime in resting Jean."
Leaning his back at the statue he fixes his hold on the umbrella making sure to not let the droplets hit her frame. Pocketing his other hand he lets the silence fill in between them, the patter of water against the umbrella, the ground, and grass envelops them in a quiet world, nothing but them in its center.
A moment passes and a tentative hand tugs the hem of his coat, he peers at her bowed head, gold locks hiding her expressions as he waits for her to speak. Feeling his patient stare, she tugs his coat again as she silently tells him to take a seat beside her. Recieving the silent order, Diluc readjusts the umbrella to his other hand, carefully sitting beside her and she unconsciously shuffles a little closer, shoulder almost touching his. He offers a pat on the crown of her head once, maybe twice, and he finds to his surprise that he doesn't mind this silence.
For once, Jean Gunnhildr rests. And he'll gladly see through it that she does.