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The sun’s blaze gleams onto the mondstadt soil and stone. Klee bounces out of the shade of a nearby forest, the remains of a job she took from master jean’s desk while she was sleeping. “Hi timmie!” Klee says while she throws her bombs from left to right eagerly, “NO-!” Before timmie could say anything, his pigeons had already turn to fowl, while Klee skipped into the stone gates of mondstadt.
She ran past the shops, leaving people in her path with a gust of wind, as if she was the anemo archon herself. Soon the red knight approached the entrance of the knights of Favo HQ. “Hello Klee!” The guards said, “hi athos, hi pathos!” Klee said, “is my letter here?” She questioned, “already in your room.” Pathos said warmly. Klee’s face beamed and quickly ran into the building.
“We’re so fired.” Pathos said.
“I know.” Athos agreed.
The young mage opened her bedroom door and scanned her room. Soon seeing a envelope on her windowsill. She quickly picked it up and sat in her desk after dropping her backpack. She picked up the sheznnayan decorated letter, gold and hints of light blue were intertwined on the edges of the paper, on the front was a black stamp with white paint making out the symbol of sheznnya. Klee quickly ripped away at the envelope and carefully held a piece of dry paper with a bit of dust on it. She unfolded the letter and read the contents:
dear Klee,
from the contents of your last letter, detailing the events of what happened at the irodori festival, it reminded me of a mission that my pea-brained colleague was unfortunately tasked with. I unfortunately can not tell you my destructive correspondant, private matters. Though, I do think I am able to inform you of the recent event I had attended.
one of my colleagues had quit my workplace and my boss had decided to hold a goodbye party in remembrance of my colleague. It had been a very long time since we were all together,
AND I WISH IT WOULD HAD STAYED THAT WAY!
all of those fools, can’t even been in a room with each other without going at each other’s throats! One of them, let’s call her coffin, told I was looking younger then usual! The nerve…she knows not to mock my work! I mean, my skincare routine is one of my best inventions, she’s just jealous. At least your colleagues/family know that not to mock you and your talents. That’s what me and you have in common, klee, we have great minds that think somewhat alike!
so, since one of my twins is doing my work for me currently, I have decided to take a vacation! Even a great holder of a great IQ such of me needs to take deserved breaks. But! Fret not! I am just beginning! The cold and depressive nature of sheznnaya has gotten to me, so what other place to have a vacation than the City of Freedom, Monstadt! The place you resign, my destructive correspondant! I know, I know, a great idea fitting for me! By the time this gets to you, I will be far into my travels.
though, according to my calculations l, I should be there by Wednesday.
all of the wisdom in the world, and of the blessings of the tsritsa,
your creative correspondant.
klee’s eyes widened due to excitement, she checked her calendar and practically screamed with excitement. She soon grabbed a piece of paper as big as her, waiting for this day to come, and headed out.
dottore stood upon a cliff looking over mondstadt, smiling as if he was planning on destroying the whole town. But he was not, he was just excitied, or this is actually how he normally smiles. “Uh, ex- I-I mean lord dottore, is everything okay?” Upou, a treasure hoarder, asked, “yes! well, chop-chop! Let’s get moving, I’m already getting sweaty just from standing in the shade.” Dottore jumped onto the wagon he had borrowed from a woman with a white coat that looked so familiar…BAH! He wasn’t here to think about work! He was on vacation. Dottore crossed his legs, “well put your back into it! I have a pen pal waiting!”
soon enough, dottore took his suitcase from the wagon, along with his coat and walked along the dirt path. He soon saw a little red girl with big elf ears, holding up a sign that said “uncle dottore” in scribbly handwriting similar to his, although it was decorated with bright colors and little animals. Dottore cocked his head and approached the girl, “excuse me,” he crouched down, so his broad yet scrawny appearance some how didn’t scare her, “do you recognize this name?” Dottore reached into his pocket and held out a small peice of paper that had “destructive correspondant” written on it.
and for the first time dottore saw a child beam at his face.