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The sky was alight with lightning, piercing through the darkness of angry clouds. The roars of tumultuous winds could be heard for miles and miles around. Visibility was nigh impossible for the rains fell in sheets of white. Anyone brave or foolish enough to not find shelter in this violent squall would definitely would have been drenched and frazzled to say the least. However, that was how one carriage was having to fare. 

The driver clung onto his cloak tighter as the rain pelted his already saturated face. He was quite concerned for the horses who had to fight through the perilous paths, knowing all that they wanted was to seek shelter and be dry. They were at least 15 minutes away from the manor but it felt like an eternity to brave the muddy roads. But they had no choice but to trek forward. 

As they continued, the driver noticed an obstacle in the road. He halted the horses a far bit back, not knowing if whatever was in the road maybe dangerous or not. He took  the lamp by his side and jumped down from the seat of the carriage to wander over and investigate. 

The driver carefully tread forward to the mysterious object and hover his lantern up to illuminate what was in his path. However, his sense of urgency spiked when he saw that the object wasn’t any normal obstacle, it was a child, a scarily still child. 

“By the mercy of Lord Barbatos-!” the driver cried out. He hastily made his way back to the carriage to inform his master. 

“Master Crepus! Master Crepus!” he called out, knocking on the carriage for his master to slide the wooden window open.

“Klimt, whatever is the matter?” Crepus asked, wondering why they had stopped in the first place. He wanted to be at home where it was safe, warm, and dry.

“Forgive me, Master, but you won’t believe what was in the middle of the road sir!”

“What is it?” Crepus asked, getting a little impatient with his driver. 

“A c-child sir! A child and they are unresponsive!” Klimt exclaimed over the raging storm.

“What?” Crepus said, donning his cloak and rushed outside. “This way Master!” Klimt instructed, leading his master to the child. 

Crepus and Klimt made haste to the child and knelt down on the muddy road looking them over. Crepus carefully shifted the child so he could get a better look at them. The child looked no older than maybe 5 years old at most. Their long dark hair plastered over their face and their body was soaked to the bone. The measly cloak and ragged clothes that covered them did very little to protect them from the elements. The child was also barefoot, no doubt sustaining cuts and injuries to their feet.

“Dear Lord Barbatos, what happened to this child?” Crepus asked, shocked to see such a young child on their own and in such a state. 

“What shall we do, Master?” Klimt urgently asked, “I only saw the child here. No one else was with them.”

Crepus and Klimt looked around very briefly but with the storm making it  impossible to see out. There was little they could do in terms of searching at the moment. Besides, who knows how long the child had been out having to brave the storm on their own. Every passing moment meant putting the child at risk for serious ailments. 

Crepus carefully picked the child up in his arms. They were much lighter than he thought, but what concerned him the most was how utterly limp they were. They needed to act quickly, for the child’s sake. 

“We need to get home as quickly as we can,” Crepus said with urgency in his voice. “I have no idea how long this child was out here for, but from the looks of it, they aren’t in good health.” 

“Yes Master!” Klimt replied. 

Both men made haste back to the carriage. Klimt opened the door for his master, helping Crepus in since his hands were full with the child. Klimt closed the door and made his way back to the driver’s seat.

“Go!” Klimt urged the horses as he pulled the reins to signal them to move. 

Meanwhile in the carriage, Crepus held the child in his arms. He took off the wet-sodden cloak from the child and wrapped them in a dry one he took out from a storage trunk. The poor child was shivering badly, no doubt been affected by the winds and rains pelting them for who knew how long. 

Crepus wasn’t exactly adept in medical care but what he did know was he needed to get the child dry and warmed up. He took out a towel from the same trunk and tried his best to dry off the child as much as he could. He got a better look at the child now that they were out of the rain and he could see them. 

The child, a young boy Crepus discovered, had tanned skin and deep blue hair. Worryingly, Crepus discovered bandages wrapped around his right eye. No doubt these would need changing for it wouldn’t be sanitary to keep such around his eye being so soaked. The boy didn’t have any possessions on him that would allow Crepus to have an inkling of identification of who this boy was or where he might have been from. 

“Who would have left a child out to brave the elements?” Crepus wondered, personally admonishing whoever the insolent parents of the boy might have been. His anger mounted when he saw how the poor child kept shivering in his arms. He carefully cradled the boy closer to him, hoping his own body heat would help the boy. 

The child’s face pinched a bit, and he gave a small whine; his first conscious movement. 

Crepus waited with bated breath to see if the boy would do anything else. The boy then slowly opened his uncovered eye to reveal a pale lavender eye with a mesmerizing star like symbol. The boy’s gaze was unfocused and glazed, unaware of Crepus’ presence at first. The boy took a shaky breath before whispering something that Crepus could not understand and he fell limp once again. 

Crepus readjusted the boy in his arms, feeling an overwhelming need to protect this boy. He found this child all alone, having to fight one of the worst storms Mondstadt has had this year. No child deserves such a terrible fate.

It left a sour taste in Crepus’ mouth but he would start the process of trying to locate the boy’s family as soon as he could.. If one could call such people family for not caring for their child in the first place. 

While Crepus held the shivering boy close to him, the carriage came to a stop. They were finally home. 

“Master, I have informed Adelinde and Elzar about the boy and will help. I shall take the horses back to the stables,” Klimt informed Crepus, helping him out of the carriage. 

“Thank you Klimt! I am forever grateful for your help tonight” Crepus praised. 

“Yessir!” Klimt answered, making his way back to the carriage to take the horses to the stables. 

Crepus made his way to the manor quickly but carefully with the precious cargo in his arms. The doors to the manor were open with two worried looking people at the threshold. 

“Master Crepus!” the young woman said, looking at the utter state of her master. 

“Apologies, Adelinde, for getting the floor wet, but we have more important matters to attend to!” Crepus said as his head maid took off the soaked cloak off his person and toweled his hair dry. 

“Yes, we were informed of the child by Klimt. We have readied the guest room upstairs for him,” Elzer explained, one of Crepus’s other main staffers. “Good. Adelinde, if you could, he needs a change of clothes. I was thinking one of my son’s old nightgowns he has outgrown could fit. He’s quite small.”

“The young master is asleep but I will try and search for something as quietly as I can,” Adelinde explained, excusing herself to go upstairs. 

“Thank you, Adelinde. Elzer, if you could help me with the boy. I have a grave feeling he may be developing a fever from being in the storm and having these wet clothes on him.”

“Of course, sir.” 

The two men went upstairs and to the guest room. Elzer went over to the fireplace and placed kindle to start a fire. Crepus placed the boy on the bed and picked up the folded towels on the nightstand to further dry the boy off. The boy continued to shiver and make pitiful whines which broke Crepus’ heart. Crepus gently dried the boy’s long hair and checked to see if he was feverish. To his dismay, Crepus did feel unnatural warmth on the boy’s face. 

“Excuse me Master Crepus, I have found clean undergarments and a nightgown for the boy to use.” Adeline announced, coming into the room quietly. “Thank you, if you wouldn’t mind helping me change him,” Crepus requested. “Of course,” Adeline replied. 

Crepus and Adeline worked as quickly and gently as they could, removing all of the boy’s wet clothes into the dry undergarments and nightgown. However, the nightgown was still quite big on the boy, nearly falling off his skinny shoulders. This really showed how utterly tiny and malnourished the boy was. He was way too thin and Crepus could practically see the boy’s ribs through his skin. 

Elzer returned with a bowl of water and smaller folded cloths and set them down on the nightstand by the bed. “I have also brought dry bandages for the boy to rewrap the ones on his head. Is there anything else you will be needing, Master?” Elzer asked. 

“Not at this time, thank you for your assistance.” Crepus thanked the man. 

“It’s my pleasure, sir. I shall dearly hope and pray that the boy recovers fully and quickly.” 

Crepus nodded, “as do I, Lord Barbatos willing.” 

Elzer left the room, leaving Adelinde and Crepus to watch vigil over the sick boy. 

“Master Crepus, do you know who this child is?” 

“Unfortunately no. I looked for any personal effects or identification but there was none. Klimt and I only looked very briefly for anyone else who may have been out in the storm but we didn’t see anyone in the immediate area. I will start the process to search for his family tomorrow.”

Adelinde sighed heavily. “To think someone would allow their child to be alone in such harsh conditions. It makes me wonder if whoever his parents truly cherished him.” 

“I agree. But I must do my due diligence and at least try to find his family regardless of how they treated their boy.” 

Crepus carefully cradled the boy’s head in his hands and unwrapped the old bandages from his head, discarding them to the side. He briefly looked at the other closed eye to see if there was any injury but didn’t see any. Nonetheless, he diligently wrapped the new bandages over the eye once more. Maybe when the boy recovered and was able to communicate Crepus would be able to ask him about it. But he wouldn’t pry the boy too much. After all, he didn’t want to overwhelm the boy. 

Just then, the boy made a small whine and moved a tiny bit; he was waking up. Crepus grabbed a chair and scooted next to the boy, hoping he would be able to say anything of use.

The boy panted a bit, seemingly taking a lot of effort to open his uncovered eye. His gaze looked over to Crepus sitting at his side. 

“Child, you’re in my house, safe and sound. I promise.” Crepus states with a gentle tone. The boy looked at Crepus with an unfocused look. His energy was absolutely depleted and he was terribly vulnerable if he were attacked or harmed. But for the time being, the boy could only hope the man beside him would honor his promise that he was indeed safe. 

“...K...Ka…” the boy whispered, his voice so faint that Crepus had to lean very close to the boy’s mouth to hear him. 

“What is it?” Crepus asked, listening intently. 

“K...K-Kaeya…” the boy wheezed. 

“Kaeya? Yes? That is what you said? Is that your name?” Crepus asked, hoping the boy would elaborate further. 

However, it seemed the boy had mustered all his strength in order to say that one important word for he fell unconscious once more. Crepus tucked the boy into the blankets, seeing his form continued shivering.

“Kaeya. That is quite a unique name for around here,” Adelinde remarked.

“Yes. I have a feeling Kaeya is not from Mondstadt. He certainly doesn’t appear to be native to these parts.” Crepus said, looking over the boy. 

“I’m so glad you found him when you did, Master. Barbatos knows what could have happened to him if you didn’t find him when you did! I shudder to think about it.” 

“Indeed. I’m hoping he will make it out all right, Barbatos willing. From how small he is and his weakened condition, his fight will be a long and tough one.” 

“You’ve only just met the boy and yet you truly care for him,” Adeline commented, smiling a bit. 

Crepus shrugged. “I wasn’t going to let him stay out there in the storm to die. How could I have lived with myself if I would have done something so vile?” 

“Do you see Young Master Diluc in him?”

Crepus sighed heavily. “Perhaps I did. They appear to be around the same age, even if Diluc is bigger and probably a bit older, but yes, I did. The parent in me sought to help this child in need in any way that I could. As a father, I am naturally inclined to want to protect.”

Adeline hummed in agreement. “You’re a good man, Master Crepus.”

“You flatter me, Adelinde. I am merely doing what I would hope others would do if they were in my position.”

“I would hope so as well, but as we have seen, it appears that is not the case.” the head maid said sadly. 

“Adelinde, I know it is quite late but if you could for me in the morning, go inform the Seneschal Pegg and the Grandmaster Varka about Kaeya.”

“I shall, Master Crepus.”

“Good. In the meantime, I will tend to Kaeya. I would prefer if Diluc wouldn’t bother him until he has recovered and can be coherent. I know that boy can be quite the handful, especially when he is so curious about the world around him.”

“I shall try my best, Master. But you know he has an endless amount of energy, getting him into all sorts of mischief.” 

“Yes, I understand. I’ve been so busy these past few weeks that I feel I have neglected my duties as a father. After these last important transactions are done, I will make a solid effort to be present and take care of Diluc. I apologize for always having to burden you so much.” 

“It is a pleasure to take care of the Young Master, but just as importantly, you should be taking care of yourself. I have seen the way your shoulders have drooped more and the dark circles under your eyes are ever present.”

“I should straighten my back more then.”

“More like you should be getting more rest, Master. I swear to Lord Barbatos himself I shall have you restrained to your bed if you don’t get a full night’s sleep soon.”

“Now, now, I shouldn’t burden our Lord with my trivialities. It would be unbecoming of me to do such.” 

Adelinde sighed. “In any case, I do hope you will heed this humble maid’s advice and take care of yourself more. Young Master Diluc only has one father, and he is irreplaceable.” 

Crepus nodded. “I understand. I shall soon, I promise.” 

“I shall bid you goodnight, Master. I hope all goes well for young Kaeya as well.” 

“Good night Adelinde. See you in the morning.” 

The head maid made her quiet exit and Crepus was allowed to ruminate with his thoughts in solitude. He did feel as though he hadn’t prioritized being with his son as of late. The winery was busier than ever, especially during summer months when tending to the vineyards was especially arduous and business deals were flying onto his desk and piling up by the day. It was never ending work, but Crepus wouldn’t trade such for the world. The generations’ owned winery was one of his biggest pride and joys, being world renowned throughout the world. He had a reputation and image to uphold to only offer the very best. But it was hard, hard work. 

And, unfortunately, very time consuming work. 

With much of his day being taken by winery business, he saw Diluc for meals but only had precious pockets of time to be with the boy. It hurts his heart and soul to be so busy during his son’s growing, younger years. However, he knew it was for the greater good and for a prosperous future for his son and their descendants. 

How Crepus wished his wife was around for Diluc as well. Alas, she is one with the winds of the Anemo Archon, forever with the dandelion seeds that scatter through the world and skies. One day, Crepus will be with her again, but for now, he has a duty to fulfill on this mortal plane. 

With his thoughts on the dandelion seeds, Crepus looks for an old, but beloved book that he knew was around the room somewhere. Crepus found it on one of the bookshelves and returned to his seat next to Kaeya’s bedside. The boy slept, fitfully though as the fever wracked his body. Crepus would have to keep an eye out for more severe symptoms in the coming hours. However, for the time being, he hoped this small solution would comfort him. 

Crepus opened the book to the first page.

“This story is called ‘The Fox and the Dandelion Sea’. I don’t know if you have heard it before but it’s one of my son's favorites.”

Crepus cleared his throat before he began.

“Dandelion, dandelion, ride the wind to a faraway land…”

A cool atmosphere surrounded the area after the storm cleared the night before. There were some puddles still present on the roads and dew hung onto the greenery. The sun’s rays signaled the start of a new day in Mondstadt for their denizens and to greet it with a full heart. 

The Dawn Winery had already been active well before the sun greeted the world. Adelinde had a messenger sent for the Grandmaster and the Seneschal from the city and were preparing for their eventual visit. The other servants and staff of the winery and manor continued their duties and tasks for the day as well. Knowing that the Young Master would be awake soon, the kitchen staff started prep work for breakfast. 

Adelinde made her way to the Young Master’s room. She slept very little the past night, too anxious about the boy in the guest room. She had checked on the boy and Master Crepus and saw both of them asleep. It warmed her heart seeing Master Crepus sleeping by the boy’s bedside and made her exit as quietly as she could. In the meantime, she would continue tending to the Young Master as she always has. 

She softly opened the door to Diluc’s room and closed it behind her. The room was dimmed due to the curtains being pulled over the large windows and she made her way over to open said curtains. 

“Good Morning, Young Master. It’s time to get up,” she announced, tying the curtains back to allow sunlight to enter the room. She was greeted with a groan and turned her head to see her Young Master hiding his face in one of the pillows. 

“Now, Young Master, you must get ready. Breakfast is being prepared as we speak and you have lessons with your tutors this morning.”

The lump under the covers let out an exasperated groan. “Do I have to Adelinde?” 

“Yes, you must.” Adelinde said, making her way over to the lump and patting Diluc on the back.. The young boy huffed and slowly lifted himself from his oh-so-very-soft bed. His red hair was all awry and wild. 

“Oh Young Master, whatever will we do with your hair? Looks like it slipped out of the braid I did last night.” 

Diluc let out a big yawn as he slid off the bed to his washroom. 

“Your clean clothes will be on the bed. Make sure to be downstairs at the table promptly.” 

“Yes, Adelinde.” 

The head maid made quick work of making her Young Master’s bed and going to the cupboard to set out clothes. She chose a button down shirt with a tie, shorts, socks, and vest to complete the ensemble. Diluc insisted he dress himself nowadays and Adelinde wanted to respect that. After all “he’s practically grown up now”; his words, not hers. Diluc also insisted on doing his own hair, however, Adelinde would usually tidy it a bit more after breakfast. 

She made her way back downstairs to check on the kitchen staff. They were almost finished, thus Adelinde went to the dining room to check on the table arrangement. She was pleased to see the staff already have the dishes and silverware. Everything was going so swimmingly she might even have time to have herself a cup of tea. She then heard Diluc’s footsteps coming down the stairs and arriving at the dining room. 

“There you are. Better than last time with your promptness,” Adelinde commented, smiling at the boy. 

“I tried,” Diluc said, making his way to the table. One of the servants had pulled the chair out for him and helped scoot him in as well. Diluc thanked the servant and the kitchen staff started to come in with breakfast for their Young Master. 

“Pancakes, sausage and eggs for the Young Master,” the chef announced, laying the plate in front of Diluc. The red haired boy looked with bright eyes at the spread before him. The servant poured Diluc a glass of juice as well to the side. Just as Diluc was about to pick up his utensil, Adelinde gave him a stern look. 

“Are you forgetting something, Young Master?” 

Diluc huffed and put his silverware down and clasped his hands together in prayer.

“Everything we have is a blessing from our Lord Barbatos. Let the Wind lead us and enter our earnest, willing hearts. May Barbatos shine upon Mondstadt and our Lord’s gentle wind be with us, always and forever.”

“Very good, Young Master,” Adelinde complimented the boy. Diluc grabbed his fork and shoved all the delicious morsels down his throat. He really didn’t understand why he had to say this prayer at every meal. Apparently, his father insisted that it’s something that they must say every time they are about to eat. 

“We must honor our Lord Barbatos for he is the reason why we are able to eat together in peace, ” his father explained. 

Still, Diluc wanted his food and wanted it right then and there. 

“Slow down, Young Master. The food is not going anywhere.” Adelinde chided. Diluc practically slurped up the rest of the eggs on his plate before going for the pancakes. He was a hungry boy, it was only natural he demolished such!

A few minutes later, a haggard looking Crepus came to the dining table to join his son and Adelinde. “Good morning, Master Crepus,” Adelinde said, looking troubled at the state her Master was in. 

“Good morning Adelinde. Good Morning Diluc,” Crepus walked over to Diluc’s seat and kissed his son on the head. 

“Good morning, Father. These pancakes are yummy! Do you want some?” Diluc offered, moving his fork towards his father. 

“Oh, you are very kind my son, but I am all right. You enjoy your breakfast that is meant for you. ” Crepus insisted. 

“You’ll be happy to hear that the Young Master led saying grace very well today,” Adelinde praised. 

“Is that so? I’m very impressed to hear that,” Crepus said, smiling down at his son and ruffling his hair. Diluc whined, “I spent a long time on my hair!” 

Crepus chuckled, “You have the mane of a Ragnvindr all right. No matter what you do, our hair will always be wild!”

“Would you like a cup of coffee sir?” one of the kitchen staff asked. 

“If you please,” Crepus replied, making his way at the head of the table. 

“Right away sir,” 

The chef returned to the room with another plate full of sausage, eggs, and cooked potatoes for Crepus. “For you sir,” 

“Thank you, Chef.” 

Crepus clasped his hands in prayer very briefly before beginning to eat his own breakfast. “What lessons do you have today, Diluc?” 

“Um…I think Language, Writing, and History.,” Diluc pondered outloud.

“Oh, some of my favorite subjects,” Crepus commented. “I always loved learning History, especially about Mondstadt and Old Mondstadt. They were very trying and difficult times during Old Mondstadt, but some of the most thrilling and impactful events happened during then to shape how our Mondstadt of today is like. It’s thanks to the previous people of Mondstadt that we are able to enjoy the freedoms and life we have today. As well as by the grace of the Anemo Archon of course.” 

“Father, why do we pray to the Anemo Archon? I’ve never seen him,” Diluc questioned. 

“Well, we are children of Mondstadt, under the protection and care of the Anemo Archon, our Lord Barbatos. We pray to him for his continued protection of our city and people. He allows us to have our freedom of choice and be as free as the wind he reigns. He blesses the roofs over our heads, the food at our table, the family we love, the life that we live. We may not be able to see him, but he’s always present in the wind outside and in our hearts.”

“Huh, but I heard ‘seeing is believing’ though…”

“That is true, my son. However, the Anemo Archon has his ways of being with you without being seen. He’s in the wind that embraces you, he’s in the air you breathe, he’s in the music you hear, he’s always with you without you being able to see him. The statue at the Church of Favonius is but a small glimpse into what his godly form may be. And maybe one day, your gaze might be blessed to see his godly form. If our Lord presents himself before you, I pray that you accept him with an earnest and willing heart.” 

“Aren’t I supposed to disintegrate if I’m in the presence of a god though? Since they are so all-mighty and powerful?” 

Crepus chuckled a bit, “Not with the Anemo Archon, heavens no. He has the gentlest soul and would never harm any of his children.” 

“If you say so, Father.” 

“Now, your tutor will be here shortly. You should get ready and have a present mindset for your lessons.” 

“Yes, Father.” Diluc said, jumping down from his seat and making his way to the room where he would meet his tutor. 

Crepus took a big swig of coffee, rubbing his face as he felt building  pressure behind his eyes. “Would you like some medicine, sir?” Adelinde asked. 

“No, I’m fine for now, thank you though.” 

“Were you able to sleep at all last night?”

“A couple of hours. Kaeya developed a strong cough which kept me up for most of the night. I am hoping when the Seneschal arrives he will have some ideas on how to treat Kaeya. I am quite worried recovery will be difficult because of his overall weakened state. He had settled down by the time I woke, but he is still quite feverish.”

“I will see what sort of medicines we have around the manor. I know they aren’t the strongest of remedies but Kaeya should take something to make him more comfortable for the time being.” 

“Indeed. I would like the Cardinal to examine him first though before letting Kaeya take any medicine. We don’t know what adverse effects might appear if he consumes such if he hasn’t built an immunity to typical illness around here.” 

A servant from the front of the house came into the dining room. “Master Crepus, the Seneschal Pegg and Grandmaster Varka are here.” 

“Ah, good timing, Adelinde. Please offer them any commodities they may request. I will go and freshen myself up before I take them to see Kaeya.” 

“Of course, sir.” 

Crepus got up from his seat and went up to his own bedroom to quickly change from his old clothes and put on some new ones. He was sure Seamus and Varka wouldn’t have minded the frazzled state he was in, but he still had an image to uphold as a noble man of the House of Ragnvindr. 

As he exited his bedroom and bounded downstairs again, he saw the two men waiting in the parlor of the manor. 

“Seneschal Pegg, Grandmaster Varka. May Barbatos’ gentle wind be with you . I apologize for the abrupt request to come here on such short notice. I am eternally grateful for your promptness on the matter.” Crepus thanked them.

“May Barbatos’ gentle wind be with you .” Seamus greeted. “It is of no trouble. You are a dear friend, and in need. It would be abhorrent of me to deny a friend assistance.” 

“ May Barbatos’ gentle wind be with you.” Varka echoed the Cardinal. “Yes, I too would be remiss to deny a good friend. Besides from the tone of your message, it appeared quite urgent and important.” 

“Yessirs. Please follow me this way. Adelinde, please tend to Diluc if he needs such.” 

“Yes, Master Crepus.” Adelinde answered following the path that her Young Master took earlier that morning. 

The three gentlemen made their way to the guest room and Crepus opened the door and gently and quietly as he could, not wanting to disturb Kaeya. However, the boy was taking short, ragged breaths when Crepus entered, and immediately went to the boy’s side. 

“Oh dear. Crepus, who is this boy?” Seamus asked, walking to Crepus who had gently placed his hand on the boy’s burning forehead. 

“That’s the issue, Seamus. I don’t know. I found him unconscious in the road during last night’s storm. The driver and I looked around to see if there was anybody with the boy, but we didn’t see a soul. I fear that the boy may have been abandoned.” Crepus explained in a serious tone while he dipped a cloth in cool water to dab onto Kaeya’s flushed skin. 

“And that is where I step in, I assume,” Varka said, looking at the sickly boy. “He doesn’t appear to be native to Mondstadt. No parent would have allowed their child to brave a storm like that last night. I will open an investigation to how this boy arrived at Mondstadt and where his family might be. However, I have doubts that anyone from the city will come forward. Most if not all children are accounted for.”

“Thank you Varka. I am truly in your debt.” 

“Don’t mention it. You’ve been a tremendous help to the Knights of Favonius for many years. It’s about time we return the favor.” 

“Seamus, he’s very thin and malnourished. How can he be treated?” Crepus implored the Cardinal. 

“Allow me to fully examine him but just from the present symptoms, he has developed pneumonia.” Seamus surmised, observing Kaeya short, gasping breaths. 

“Please, go ahead,” Crepus urged, hoping the Cardinal may have treatments for the ailing boy. 

Seamus grasped the boy’s thin wrist to measure his pulse and placed a hand on the Kaeya’s chest to count heartbeats. “Rapid pulse and heartbeat. By the mercy of Barbatos, he is terribly thin.” Seamus then placed an ear over Kaeya’s chest, listening to his lungs. “Fluid in the lungs, no wonder he’s having difficulty breathing.” The Cardinal then saw the bandages around Kaeya’s face. “Was he injured?” 

“Um, I don’t believe so. I checked his eye, but I didn’t see any damage. I’m not sure why he had bandages over this particular eye but I redressed it with clean bandages.” Crepus explained, even though he hid the fact that he did not look at the Kaeya’s eye personally. 

Seamus nodded. “I can conclude the boy has pneumonia. Normally this would be an inconvenience for any child diagnosed with such but they would recover promptly. Crepus, I am very worried for this child seeing him in such a terrible state.” 

The Seneschal looked at his friend with a solemn expression. “Because the boy hasn’t built up the immunity that children of Mondstadt have, his body can’t fight off the sickness he encountered. Especially as malnourished as he is, he doesn’t have the energy either. I can prescribe medicine to help make the symptoms less severe, however,  pneumonia must take its course. Infection is the biggest killer of pneumonia deaths. I am afraid this boy won’t be able to fight off the serious effects of this illness.”

A heavy atmosphere weighed over the room. Crepus woke from his stupor from Kaeya’s wet coughing. 

“What can I do?” Crepus asked, a hint of helplessness in his voice. 

“I can give him medicine to ease the symptoms, but not eradicate them.” Seamus explained, “The rest will be up to him.” . 

“What is the boy’s name? I will need as much information as I can get to make the search better.” Varka interjected. 

“Ah, Kaeya, his name is Kaeya.”

“Hmmm…an interesting name for sure. Quite unique so if anyone has reported him missing, then it will be easier to reunite him with his family.”

“I am hoping so. However, as you gentlemen may be thinking as well as I, does this child’s family truly care for him if they all but left him to die out in the wilderness?” Crepus remarked with clear spite in his voice.

“Yes, I am hard pressed to believe such a parent in Mondstadt would jeopardize the safety and well-being of their child. As a father myself, I would be horrified by the thought of letting my own daughter fend for herself in such a way. By the grace of our Lord, she remains healthy and protected.” Seamus said, looking forlornly at Kaeya. 

“Gentlemen, I shall take my leave to start the investigation. I don’t mean to sound pessimistic but  I must plan for the future if the child’s family isn’t located. Crepus, would you be willing to take the child in as a ward in the meantime?” Varka asked. 

“Of course.” Crepus answered immediately.

“Glad to hear it. I shall send the necessary documentation as soon as I return to the Church. I shall provide more information if anything comes up as well. Until then, good day gentlemen. And I sincerely wish Kaeya a recovery as swift as the Winds.” With that Varka exited the room to return to the Knights headquarters. 

“This child has an uphill battle, Crepus. I must forewarn you that he may not make it,” Seamus warned his friend. 

“I understand, and if it comes to that, I want to make sure his final moments are as comfortable as possible.” 

Seamus took out a pad of paper and started to write. “Take these prescriptions to the apothecary. One will be for cough medicine, and another is for any aches and pains Kaeya may be feeling. If you have any household fever reducer I would encourage you to use that. As dangerous as a fever may be, it is the immune system’s natural response to killing foreign bodies. I’m sure Kaeya is feeling very uncomfortable being so feverish but for the time being, I would forgo any stronger fever reducers.” The Cardinal gave Crepus the prescriptions and continued. 

“If you could open the windows to help bring in the cooler, clean air into the room, that would help as well. Lord Barbatos made today quite favorable and pleasant after such a terrible storm. If you could try and feed him soup broth that is easier to digest that would be ideal for him now. You shouldn’t give him solid foods, it would shock his already fragile system. Also, if you could use ice chips instead of water as well for him to hydrate. The ice chips can dissolve slower and pose a lower risk for asphyxiation. Most importantly, he will need plenty of bed rest. I hope with all my heart he will be able to recover, even the odds stacked against him. Barbatos willing.”

“I shall have a messenger take these to the apothecary immediately. I cannot thank you enough, Seneschal Pegg.” 

“No need to be so formal. We are friends after all, Crepus.” 

Seamus then placed his hand on Kaeya’s damp forehead, bowing his head and closing his eyes. “Be with this child, O’ Lord of Winds. Show him mercy and kindness through this difficult journey. Embrace him and protect him as you do with all your children. May he know your power and grace for you are the strongest of gales, yet the gentlest of breezes. Breathe life into this child, for your love of your children is great. Forever you shall reign over your dominion and we, your children of Mondstadt.”

The Cardinal finished his prayer and saw Crepus bowed in prayer as well and gave him a moment to finish. 

“Thank you, Seamus. That was beautiful,” Crepus said softly. 

“This is all I can do for the boy. Kaeya, you, your son, and your household will be in my continued prayers. I hope everything will be resolved as our Lord intended.” 

“May it be, by his will.” Crepus replied. 

Seamus and Crepus left the room and went back down to the main entrance of the manor. “May Barbatos’ gentle wind be with you and your household,” Seamus said as he exited the manor. 

“As with yours,” Crepus echoed. He then turned to Adelinde who was patiently waiting for her master’s orders.

 “Adelinde, send a messenger to the apothecary with these prescriptions as soon as possible. Have a cook make a gentle broth for Kaeya to try to consume. We must help him build his strength to fight off this sickness. Then, have one of the kitchen staff procure ice chips from the ice chests in the cellars. If you can find the fever reducers as well. I know we had some stored in the basement awhile ago.”

“Yes, Master. The Young Master’s first lessons are done for the day and he has been rather antsy to see you.” Adelinde said, taking the prescriptions from Crepus. 

“I see. I will meet up with him in a bit. Please look after Kaeya while I am with Diluc. The Cardinal said that opening the windows in the room will also help bring in clean air. I will go to my office and work on the remaining paperwork I have. The Grandmaster Varka will be sending a messenger to the manor with important documents for guardianship over Kaeya and I will need those delivered straight to my office when they arrive.” 

“I will inform the front house staff. Leave everything to me.” 

“I cannot thank you enough Adelinde. I would be truly lost without you.” 

Adelinde smiled. “I will gladly do my part for the Master and the sake of this household.”

“Thank you again. I shall go see Diluc. I’m sure he is eager to tell me all that he has learned, and I feel terrible for not being with him as of late.”

“No worries. I will take care of the staff and household matters. Go be with your son.” 

Crepus nodded to his head maid, and made his way to the large library of the manor. Diluc would have his lessons here for it was a gold mine of information the tutors could use for lessons. As of now, the Young Master was practicing his script. For a 6, almost 7 year old, his handwriting wasn’t too bad, even his tutor had commended him for his proper handling of a pen and legible script for his age. However, Diluc found it utterly boring. He would rather be learning about History or practicing his swordsmanship with his father. Of course, Diluc was forbidden to handle a true sword, but he could practice with a small, wooden one in the meantime under strict supervision.  

Diluc stopped his writing practice when he heard the double doors to the library open and saw his father step in. “Father!”

 “How have your lessons been, my son?” Crepus asked, making his way to Diluc’s desk. 

“He has been marvelous, Master Crepus. His script has improved greatly over the past few months. Before long, he’ll be able to write letters and manuscripts on the level as the scribes of Sumeru,” the tutor said glowingly. 

“Excellent. Here are your day’s wages,” Crepus said, handing the tutor a bag of Mora. 

“Always a pleasure to come here, sir. I bid you and the Young Master a good day. Make sure to keep practicing your lettering, Young Master, and work on the templates I gave you for practice.” 

“Yes sir.” Diluc replied, puffing his cheek out a bit.

As the tutor left the library, Crepus led his son to the devan in the library and sat the boy by his side. 

“Diluc, I am sorry I haven’t been present with you as of late. I know it must get quite lonely for you,” Crepus apologized. 

“It’s okay, Father. I know you are a busy man.” Diluc mumbled. 

Crepus wrapped his son in his arms and embraced him tightly. “Oh, what have I done to be blessed with such a wonderful child? The Anemo Archon has truly blessed me.” 

“Father, I can’t breathe,” Diluc fussed, squirming a bit in his arms. 

“Apologies. I can’t help myself sometimes,” Crepus said, gently stroking his son’s puffed cheek. Diluc’s annoyed face was just too cute. 

“Father, when can we go to Falcon Coast? You promised me we would go there.” Diluc reminded him. 

Crepus sucked in a breath. Of course, he had promised his son they would visit the Falcon Coast awhile ago. He had stated that after the height of the vineyard and winery business rush of the summer settled down that he and Diluc would take a proper vacation to the coast and relax. However, Crepus was swamped with work and a seemingly endless amount of business pouring in, it was hard to see even a glimmer of a break for Crepus to even consider such. He hated to disappoint his son even further but such a trip was not in the cards any time soon. 

Especially with Kaeya being introduced into the mix. 

“Yes, yes and a true man will never break a promise. I swear to you, Diluc Ragnvindr, on my honor from the House of the Ragnvindr, Swords of the Dawn, that I, Crepus Ragnvindr, will take you to Falcon Coast, as our god, Lord Barbatos, as my witness and testament on this day.” Crepus declared with flourish. 

Diluc held in a chuckle. “No need for such a show, Father.” 

“I am serious about that promise though. Once things have settled down here, we will be going.” Crepus repeated, “Thank you for your patience and understanding, Diluc.” 

“Of course, Father.”

A knock at the doors grabbed both father and son’s attention as Adelinde stepped in the library. “Master Crepus, the messenger has arrived with a parcel.” 

“Appreciate it.  Adelinde, have the parcel be put in my study. I will go there momentarily.” Crepus said. 

“Yes sir.” 

Diluc looked up at his father, “Back to work for you too?” 

“Yes, the work never ends when you become my age, unfortunately.”

“Ewww and I thought the homework my tutors gave me was bad.” 

“It only gets worse when you’re older, I’m afraid.”

“Sounds boring.”

“It can be, but being busy is a blessing. I wouldn’t want to trade my life for anything else.”

“Really? I thought you wanted to be in the Knights of Favonius?” Diluc asked. 

Crepus sighed heavily. “Yes, that had once been a dream of mine, however, Lord Barbatos showed me that the winds pulled me in a different direction and I am so glad he guided me this way instead. If he hadn’t, I wouldn’t have met your mother or had you.” 

Diluc saw the brief glimmer of sadness in his father’s eyes when he mentioned his mother. Diluc hadn’t been told how his mother died  but he could glean from things he heard that he might have had a cause in her death. However, he kept that nugget of information to himself to not upset his father. 

“Our ancestors would have been grateful to see that their hard work and perseverance allowed their future generations to prosper and live their lives in peace. Life as a businessman can be dull and repetitive but if I have you in my life, it’s all worth it.” 

Diluc couldn’t help but feel a wave of admiration for his father. The man worked so hard and diligently for his sake and for their futures that it was borderline concerning how much Crepus loaded himself with responsibilities. He always took it in stride and with a smile on his face, even if it was a facade. 

“I want to work hard and be like you, Father.” Diluc declared proudly. 

“Oh my dear sweet son. You’re already doing so much and you’re making me so very proud every day. I couldn’t ask for more.” Crepus said fondly, smoothing down his son’s unruly red mane. 

“Ah, my hair keeps getting in the way,” Diluc groaned, pulling at the strands. “Here let me help you,” Crepus offered. 

The man wasn’t too versed in hair styles, usually only putting his own hair in a ponytail, but he knew a few more ways to style hair thanks to his late wife. Crepus carefully threaded his fingers through Diluc’s hair and started making a braid. His son’s long hair ended towards the small of his back, but Crepus knew he was in need of a trim soon to get rid of the dried ends. When he finished the braid, Crepus tied the end and looked over his handiwork.

“There, that should hold your unruly hair back for a while.”

“Thanks Father.” 

“Now, I really should get back to work. It is almost time for your afternoon meal as well and then your afternoon lessons. Behave yourself and be present for your lessons.” 

“Yes, Father. I will.”

“That’s my boy, I shall see you at dinner time.” Crepus said, leading his son back to the parlor and towards the dining room where the servants were setting the table for the afternoon meal. 

Adelinde guided Diluc to his seat at the table and took Crepus to the side to speak with him privately. 

“Master, Kaeya has been administered the medicine. He was able to consume a few spoonfuls of broth and take a few ice chips. We must wait to see how his condition fares.” 

“Has the messenger returned from the apothecary?”

“Not yet sir. But I’m sure they will be arriving shortly since that was about half an hour ago I sent them to the city.” 

“Good. The quicker we can give Kaeya this medicine the better.In the meantime,  I will be in my office until dinner time.”

“I will bring you your afternoon meal when the cooks are finished, sir.” 

“Thank you, Adelinde. The house is in good hands.” With that Crepus made his way to his office near the back of the manor. 

He had a mountain of papers and ledgers on his desk, however they were all obsolete compared to the parcel with the seal of the Church of Favious on it. He broke the wax seal to open the parcel and pulled out the immaculately made manuscripts. 

“By the Will of his Lordship, the Anemo Archon Barbatos, the Church of Favonius, and the Knights of Favonius, directed by the present Grandmaster and the Seneschal, and all applying participants hereby decree the guardianship of Kaeya be given to Crepus Ragnvindr, of the noble House of Ragnvindr, made official as ward of Mondstadt, the City of Freedom…”

Crepus didn’t even look at the other pages that listed the rules and stipulations he must follow to become Kaeya’s guardian, it was all fluff and official provisions that were required to be with the official documents on file. Crepus grabbed his pen and wrote his signature at the bottom where Varka and Seamus had already signed and placed their own seals. Crepus grabbed a small cube of red wax and melted it over a candle. Once the contents was fully melted, he carefully poured it over the paper next to his signature and pressed his own seal into the soft wax. 

Crepus looked over the document again to see the surname next to Kaeya’s name was blank. Kaeya had provided Crepus with his first name, but not his surname. Did he even have one? Crepus looked at the blank space thoughtfully. He shouldn’t over step his boundaries, he told himself. But, a nagging feeling in his heart made him grab his pen once more, and fill in the blank. 

“Ragnvindr”

Diluc was restless. He tried to sleep but something was preventing him. The red haired boy hoisted himself from bed and went to his washroom to splash water on his face. He then dried his face and hands with a towel. He jumped back into his bed, but found himself annoyingly more awake. He thought splashing his face would help but discovered it had the opposite effect of what he wanted. Growing frustrated, Diluc decided that maybe a glass of water would help him. 

He jumped back down and quietly made his way out of his bedroom towards the stairs. It was quite late at night and he was mindful of his steps not wanting to make too much noise. However as he was about to make his way down the hallway he heard what seemed like faint crying and whimpering. Diluc, being the naturally curious boy he was, felt the need to investigate. 

He tiptoed his way down the hall to search for the source of the crying and was led to the guest bedroom. Diluc tilted his head, wondering why he would be hearing such from this room that was usually empty. Diluic reached for the handle and opened it carefully. To his utter surprise, he found that the room was actually not empty at all. 

A small boy, about his age, maybe younger, occupied the bed and was in quite a pitiful state. The room’s silence was broken by the boy’s heart breaking whimpers and sobs. Sometimes a stray wet cough would  jolt his tiny body, having him shudder. Diluc stayed at the doorway for a moment, rather bewildered at what to do, but made his way over to the ailing boy when a strong set of coughs had the boy sputtering for air. 

“Here, I’ll help you,” Diluc said, climbing up on the chair beside the boy’s bedside and taking a cloth to wipe his mouth. His father had warned him about germs and viruses, but the boy was in no shape to take care of himself and Diluc’s protective side took over. There was someone in need of his help and who was he to not help out. Diluc got a closer look at the boy and was quite surprised. He definitely didn’t look like someone from Mondstadt with his tan complexion and long blue hair. He was definitely curious about the boy, maybe his father would be able to tell him more about him. But he didn’t want to disturb his father, especially at this hour. 

The boy’s gasps for air quieted as he roused himself from his fitful sleep. “He was probably having a bad dream, and the coughing woke him up” Diluc thought to himself. The boy gave a quiet moan and turned his head towards Diluc and slowly opened his uncovered eye. The boy nearly jumped out of his skin seeing another person so close to him, his already exhausted heart beating wildly. 

“Hey, hey, it’s all right. You’re okay,” Diluc comforted the boy, “I’m sorry for scaring you.” 

The boy’s rapid breathing started to slow down a bit, seeing that Diluc made no move to cause harm or attack him. He was just so tired, he wouldn’t be able to defend himself at all at this point. If these people were going to kill him, he hoped it would be quick and relatively painless for this sickness was taking its toll on him. He relaxed his shoulders, leaning back on the pillows keeping him elevated. All he wanted to do was sleep, but even that was hard to come by since his body was still shivering and being wracked with coughing. 

“My name is Diluc, what’s yours?” the red haired boy introduced himself. 

The blue haired boy, from little of the language he understood, was about to reply but his frame doubled over when another violent bout of coughing escaped him.

“Ah, are you all right?” Diluc asked worriedly, seeing the blue haired boy give horrible sounding coughs and gasps. Diluc had his hands hovering around the boy, unsure of how to help him at all. He looked over at the table where he saw a bowl of water and a small bucket of crushed ice, but not a glass of water. He knew that drinking water could help with coughing but there wasn’t any there! 

Diluc decided to rub the boy’s back, hoping that he would find some semblance of comfort as he hunched over. Diluc could feel the boy’s spine though his nightgown, and grimaced, knowing that couldn't be a good sign. The coughing fit subsided from the boy finally after a few tense moments and he laid back, spent and miserable. His uncovered eye barely opened but he focused on Diluc, staring right at him. 

Diluc felt as though the other boy was wanting to tell himself but didn’t have the energy to do so and was trying to convey his thoughts through what little means he had. The boy took a moment to gasp for some much needed air and shakily hovered his hand over Diluc’s arm, and grasped at it weakly. Diluc looked down at the boy’s small hand and covered it with his own. 

“I will take care of you, I promise. I’ll be right here. You can go to sleep. I won’t let anything bad happen to you.” Diluc promised the boy, gently squeezing his hand. 

The boy gave a shuddering sigh and closed his eye. The only sounds present were the boy’s shallow, rapid breaths and the night breeze whispering into the room. Diluc wasn’t too sure how long he sat vigil by the boy’s bedside but he too was getting sleep, finally. So, he propped his arms up as a makeshift pillow onto the bed and started to nod off to sleep. He had so many questions to ask his father, but that all could wait in the morning. For now, Diluc was tired and he hoped his new house guest would be fit to play with him soon. 

“I always wanted a brother…” Diluc’s sleepy mind wondered. 

The wind stirred a bit through the open windows, carrying a cheerful, musical lift that almost sounded like a soothing lullaby of ages past. But the boys most likely didn’t hear it, lost in their own dreams.

…

…….

“....!”

“F….-r!”

Crepus heard a far away, distorted voice through the haze of his drowsiness. He felt a hand patting him urgently on the face, trying to wake him up faster. 

“Fa—--r!”

“Father!”

“FATHER!” 

Realizing that the one who was trying to wake him up was his son, Crepus quickly shook himself from his drowsy state to see the frightened eyes of his son. 

“Diluc? Diluc, what’s wrong son?” Crepus asked urgently. 

“Please! You have to help him, Father!” Diluc cried. 

Crepus was confused for the briefest of moments until he realized who Diluc was talking about. He didn’t muse on how Diluc found out about Kaeya any longer than he should; from the sounds of it Kaeya was in dire need. Crepus quickly got out of bed and made haste to Kaeya’s room. He all but ran to the boy’s side to see the boy shivering and shaking violently. Kaeya gasped for breath and made horrible wheezes trying to catch his breath. 

“Father, what’s wrong with him?” Diluc asked, his voice full of apprehension. 

“He’s very sick right now, Diluc. You shouldn’t be around him because you might get sick as well.” Crepus said, dabbing the sick boy’s burning skin with a damp cloth. 

“No! I promised to take care of him!” Diluc exclaimed, “I won’t let him down!” 

“Lower your voice, Diluc. You must have a cool head for his sake.” Crepus reminded his son. In truth, Crepus was also quite frazzled at what to do. Kaeya has steadily gotten worse, as if the medicine had no effect on him. They were running out of options and fast. According to Seamus, pneumonia was quite deadly to those with weakened immunity and young children. Was Crepus really about to witness the death of a child? Crepus shook the grim thoughts out of his head. If Kaeya had survived for this long, he was a fighter and would continue fighting for as long as he could. Crepus would be damned if he didn’t help the boy. 

“Father, he will be okay, right?” Diluc asked, walking over to Crepus. 

Crepus sighed heavily. “That...that is up to him and the will of the Anemo Archon. We can only hope and pray that Kaeya will recover.”

“Kaeya? Is that his name?” Diluc asked. 

“Yes. I was hoping to introduce you two when Kaeya got better. But it seems you found him earlier than I anticipated. I also wanted to keep you away from him because his sickness is quite serious. I don’t want you getting sick either.” 

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. Besides, I’m big and strong as a future Knight of Favonius, I gotta be!” Diluc declared pridefully. 

“Of course my dear son. You’ll be the bravest and best the Knights have ever seen,” Crepus praised. 

The two Ragnvindrs’ focus turned back to Kaeya. “I think we should pray for Kaeya,” Crepus offered, “Wouldn’t that be a good idea?”

“Okay, but what should we pray about?” 

“Well, let’s pray for him to recover from being sick and to know that the Anemo Archon is with him. I’m sure he’s quite scared and lonely. I imagine having someone to comfort him in his time of need would be nice for him, and who better than the Anemo Archon who is always with us.” 

Crepus sat down in the chair and lifted Diluc in his lap. “I’ll start and you can repeat after me.”

“O’Lord of Winds, be with Kaeya in his time of need. May you guide him through the roughest of storms and the harshest of trials. We lift him to your loving and comforting embrace, our Lord Barbatos. You give us life through the air we breathe, you hold us in your gentle breeze, you ease our hearts with your eternal songs. Please comfort dear Kaeya and let him know how great and wonderful your power is. May the winds of Barbatos reign free, always and forever.” 

Diluc opened his eyes and unclasped his hands, as he finished repeating his father’s words.

“I hope the Anemo Archon heard us.”

“I’m sure he did. The wind is always with us. You may not be able to see the wind, but it will always be there.” The wind picked up a bit, making an audible whooshing sound that did not go unnoticed by the two Ragnvindrs. 

“See? Lord Barbatos was listening,” Crepus said, “He is no doubt just as concerned about Kaeya as we are.” 

Diluc nodded and gave a big yawn. All this worrying has tired him out. 

“Let’s get you to bed now. No doubt you must be exhausted,” Crepus said, gathering his sleepy son in his arms. Crepus made his way back to Diluc’s bedroom, and tucked the dozing boy into his bed. Crepus leaned down to place a kiss on Diluc’s forehead and made his quiet exit going back to his room. 

However, he paused before opening the door to his own room and decided to check on Kaeya one more time. The boy looked to be sleeping, albeit rather fitfully when he and Diluc left, but it never hurt to check on him. Crepus carefully pushed the handle and nearly had a heart attack when he saw the bright form of the Anemo Archon hovering over Kaeya. 

Crepus clamped a hand over his mouth to muffle the exclamation of shock coming from him. The Anemo Archon gave a small, reassuring smile to the bewildered man. He then laid a finger over his own lips as if telling Crepus to hush and not say a word, lest he disturb the slumbering Kaeya. Crepus had heard tales of only the most blessed and deserving souls having the privilege to see Lord Barbatos in his physical form, but never would he have dreamed of the Anemo Archon being present within his own home! The only thing Crepus thought he could do without words was kneel with his head bowed towards his Lord. 

Barbatos tilted his head in curiosity to the prostrating man, but didn’t dwell on it for too long. Humans were quite interesting creatures and their reverence to the gods even more so. They amused Barbatos with their prayers and worship of him, but he never took their love for him in vain. Besides, it was these humans who still made him relevant in this world after all. He would leave traces of his presence around Mondstadt, even if they were the most indicative or apparent. He was the Wind after all, something that inherently did not have shape or form. The Anemo Archon then vanished from the room all together but left a tiny gift in Kaeya’s limp hand. 

By the sleeping boy was a small, white feather from the wings of the Anemo Archon. Barbatos wanted to welcome his new addition to Mondstadt with a little gift. He hoped his little sign that he was looking out for the boy would give him comfort in an unfamiliar land. Perhaps, one day, the boy will call this place his home. However, as Barbatos is the Wind, the winds are ever changing and can diverge on other paths and journeys. That’s what makes life so fascinating; you can never predict where the wind may lead you. 

Only when Crepus felt the Anemo Archon's godly presence vanish did he allow himself to lift his head once more. He was overwhelmed by the overflow of such magnificence that his mortal body couldn’t begin to comprehend. He exhaled a shaky breath and stood up to go back to Kaeya’s bedside. He noticed that Kaeya was breathing more easily and the shakes that plagued his body quieted down. Kaeya was finally sleeping peacefully. Crepus would sing Lord Barbatos’ praises for the rest of his life seeing Kaeya finally be able to rest without being miserable. 

He then looked to see the small white feather in Kaeya’s hand. Barbatos had no doubt breathed the breath of life into the boy, answering his and Diluc’s prayers. Barbatos has officially accepted Kaeya as one of his children, regardless of where his origins may have been. This feather is proof of such. Crepus carefully took the feather from Kaeya’s hand and wrapped it in clean cloth from the nightstand. Maybe when Kaeya was older, he would be able to understand the levity of such a precious gift from the Anemo Archon, but until then, Crepus would hold onto it.

Crepus felt Kaeya’s forehead, the boy’s skin was still flushed with fever but noticeably cooler. His journey towards recovery would still be long and vast, but Kaeya wouldn’t be alone as he faced such an arduous climb. He uttered one last prayer of thanks to Barbatos before he left Kaeya’s room to go back to his own. 

The wind continued to sing its lullaby to the slumbering citizens of Mondstadt, letting them sleep peacefully and rise to a new day. 

“It is no doubt a miracle from Lord Barbatos. The boy was deathly ill and now he’s well on his way to recovering,” Seamus said, “He still has a long way to go, but it’s miraculous nonetheless.” 

Crepus nodded, watching Kaeya continue to sleep soundly. He had been recovering well over the past couple of days, even staying awake to listen to Diluc’s stories about his day and reading to him. The boy wasn’t too talkative and what he said was quite broken and limited vocabulary. He was still in disbelief that Lord Barbatos made himself known to him and Kaeya. He would keep this memory within his heart and soul to his end of days. 

“Crepus, it has been a week since the Knights opened the investigation to find Kaeya’s family, and yet no one has come forward. Under the laws of Mondstadt and the Church, he will be declared an orphan and a ward of the Church as the case will be closed soon.” Varka informed him. 

Crepus felt a tightness in his chest at the news. It was as he feared, Kaeya was left alone and to fend for himself. He couldn’t help but weep for the poor child. 

“However, I noticed you had applied your name to Kaeya on his guardianship form you submitted. Can I ask why you did such a thing?” Varka questioned. 

“I don’t know…it just felt right. Kaeya only provided his first name when he was able, so I felt compelled to fill in the blank space.”

“I see. My question is now, what would you like to do about Kaeya? The Church can provide continued medical treatment for the boy when you surrender him to their care-”

“No-” Crepus interrupted, “No, I will not be surrendering him.”

Varka raised an eyebrow at his friend, “Oh? Then what would you like to do?” 

“I want to adopt him. Give him the Ragnvindr name, and have him officially baptized by the Church.”

Varka nodded and smiled. “I was hoping you would say that. You have cared for that boy like your own son. It was only right that I offered you the choice, and I am quite glad that you have chosen the option I hoped you would. You have a kind heart, Crepus.” 

“Indeed. I am filled with joy hearing your answer, Crepus,” Seamus said, checking on Kaeya once more. “He has been recovering well. His fever is practically gone and his breathing is much clearer and fuller, all very good signs. How will you be able to handle yourself when you have two sons running around?” 

“It takes a village to raise a child. That’s why I am very grateful to have the help of my staff. They have helped me tremendously.”

“Very true. We are very blessed to live in such a wonderful place where everyone is so helpful and kind to each other.” 

“Yes. I will return to headquarters to draw up the adoption papers for you.” Varka said, “Quite an exciting occasion.” 

“When Kaeya has recovered and gotten more comfortable at home, we can discuss his baptism at a later date.”

“Sounds great to me, thank you Seamus.” 

As Varka and Seamus excused themselves from the room, Crepus looked fondly on his soon to be son. He and his wife had planned to have children besides Diluc, but never got the chance. Crepus was so heartbroken by the sudden death of his wife that he doubted he would ever remarry. Crepus lamented he couldn’t give Diluc a sibling, but was so grateful the winds guided him to Kaeya. Ever since Kaeya entered their household, Crepus’s wish to take care of Kaeya had only heightened. And hearing that the boy would be orphaned was the last straw for him. He knew what he had to do and ensure Kaeya would never feel loneliness ever again. Crepus placed a kiss on the slumbering child’s forehead and offered a silent prayer to Barbatos for bringing Kaeya to him. 

Just then, he heard the door creak open and saw Diluc enter quietly. 

“Father, how is Kaeya?” Diluc asked, almost timidly. 

“Kaeya is doing fine. He will still need to rest a lot, but he’s going to be fine.”

“Good. I’m glad!” Diluc said happily. 

Crepus picked up his son and sat down in the chair, quite a familiar place Crepus found himself over the past week. “Diluc, you know I love you very much and that I would do anything in my power to keep you happy?” 

Diluc nodded, looking confused why his father would bring such up. 

“And I hope that you won't feel so lonely when I can’t be around you?”

“Yes, Father.” 

“Well, Diluc, how do you feel about becoming a big brother to Kaeya?” Crepus asked his son. 

Diluc’s ruby eyes widened and his head snapped over to Kaeya’s sleeping form. “Me?”

“Yes, you. How would you like to become Kaeya’s big brother?” 

The red haired boy burst into tears, out of pure happiness  and joy. “Y-yes Father!” Diluc cried out. 

Crepus couldn't help but feel tears spring into his eyes as well. The past week saw Diluc bond with Kaeya more and more, as if they were brothers to begin with. Diluc would read stories to Kaeya, help him change his clothes, and help him sip broth. Kaeya looked stronger and stronger every passing day, thanks to the combined efforts of Crepus, Diluc, and the other household staff. 

Hearing Diluc’s cries, Kaeya stirred from his sleep. He looked over to see a teary eyed Diluc and frowned, wondering what was wrong. 

“Why crying?” Kaeya whispered, his language still quite limited. 

“These are happy tears, Kaeya. Diluc and I are very happy.” Crepus explained. 

“Why?” Kaeya asked. 

“B-because you’re gonna be my little brother!” Diluc exclaimed. 

Kaeya’s uncovered eye widened and was stunned into silence for a moment. A memory that had recessed to the back of his mind resurfaced. A promise, he made a promise…

“Kaeya, you’re our last hope-”

Kaeya gasped quietly, but quickly dismissed the memory with haste. He knew what he was told, but for now, he allowed himself to enjoy their moment of joy. 

“Would you like that Kaeya?” Crepus asked the boy. 

Kaeya had to fight the conflicting feeling of where his loyalty lay. He couldn’t help but feel close to those who had saved him and practically embraced a stranger into their home and called him their own. He wanted to be selfish, just this once…

“Y-yes, I want…” Kaeya said quietly. 

Crepus placed Diluc onto the bed and Crepus embraced Kaeya gently. Diluc held onto his father’s arm, wanting to be part of the hug as well. 

“Welcome to the family, Kaeya Ragnvindr .” 

“How do I look?” Kaeya asked, looking at himself in the mirror. He was clad in an all white tunic that practically looked like a dress. He was kind of embarrassed at such, but Crepus explained that this was part of an honored tradition and no one would dare make fun of him for it. His bandages had long been replaced with an eye patch that he could wear on the daily. Kaeya had vehemently insisted he have his right eye covered, but wouldn't share why. However, Crepus and Diluc didn’t press him further about it. 

“You look good!” Diluc said, sporting his best formal clothing. 

Today, according to Crepus, was a very special day. Basically on par with birthdays. Today, Kaeya would be officially baptized by the Church of Favonius and presented as faithful to the Anemo Archon. At first, he wasn’t too keen on the idea of being baptized in a faith he wasn’t very learned about, but wanting to appease his adoptive family, Kaeya agreed. A nagging feeling however remained in his gut, pertaining to a promise he made in the past.

Adelinde had braided Kaeya’s hair and even put a white ribbon in his hair for an added touch. Diluc had gifted Kaeya with a bracelet he made to wear during the ceremony and Crepus commissioned a band of silver to wear on his finger. Apparently during these ceremonies, people would be decked out in their very best. Kaeya would rather be in his comfortable, everyday clothing, but he was to wear this tunic for the day. 

It was quite an elaborate one too, made by a very renowned seamstress in Mondstadt. The white embroidery work was impeccable, full of motifs and symbols of Mondstadt and the Anemo Archon. He was quite worried he would get it dirty by even stepping outside, knowing the wind could kick up dirt and who knows what else that may stain the garment. 

“Are you nervous?” Diluc asked, patting his brother’s shoulders. 

“Kind of. I don’t know what to expect…” Kaeya admitted. 

“That’s okay. You’ll be fine! You have me and Father by your side. Besides, Father will be holding you anyway since you’re still so small.” 

Kaeya huffed, “I’m not that small!”

“Yeah yeah, I will still be bigger, little brother,” Diluc teased. 

Kaeya playfully punched Diluc in the arm. It was true though, Diluc was more than a head taller than him and broader but Crepus reassured Kaeya that he would grow as well, just it would take time.  

“Ow! Wounded by my own brother!” Diluc feigned agony. 

“Deserved I think,” Kaeya said, shrugging his shoulders. 

“Boys, are you almost ready? The carriage is outside waiting for us,” Crepus announced, coming into the bedroom. He was dressed impeccably as well in his full vest suit and cravat. He had yet to put on his overcoat since it was still quite warm. 

“Yes Father,” Diluc said, looking at himself one more time in the mirror, wanting to make sure his red mane was cooperating. 

“Yes Father,” Kaeya mimicked his brother, dusting off his sleeves for at least the hundredth time that day.

“Come along then, we have a big, special day ahead of us,” Crepus reiterated to his sons. As the Ragnvindrs made their way to the parlor, Adelinde, Elzer, and the entirety of the household staff had gathered by the entrance. 

“Wow, what a reception!” Crepus commented. 

“We wanted to see Kaeya off on his wonderful new journey. He will always be part of this family wherever the winds may take him,” Adelinde proclaimed, smiling to her Young Master. 

Kaeya blushed a bit, not used to having so many eyes looking at him. 

“You’re too kind, all of you. You have been nothing but wonderful, kind people to the Ragnvindr family. I pray that such peaceful and prosperous times continue for generations to come,” Crepus proclaimed to everyone gathered. “ May Barbatos’s gentle wind be with you!”  

Applause erupted in the parlor from the staff. 

“All right boys, we have a journey ahead of us. Adelinde, Elzer, I trust you to hold down the fort.” Crepus said, winking at Adelinde.

“Yes, sir. We will be prepared for your return,” Adelinde reassured her master. 

“Excellent, we’ll be off then,” Crepus said, escorting his sons outside to the carriage.  

“Ah, Master Crepus, what a fine day for such a wonderful occasion,” Klimt happily declared. 

“Indeed. Last time Kaeya was in this carriage I was afraid we might lose him. But, by the grace and mercy of Lord Barbatos, he is well and ready to receive the Anemo Archon.”

Klimt laughed, “And you, Young Master Kaeya, look dashing. You as well, Young Master Diluc,”

“Thank you Mr. Klimt,” Diluc quickly replied. Kaeya, however, felt a little out of place. “Thank you…” he said barely above a whisper. 

“Oh, no need to be shy around me, Young Master. I shall help you in any way I can.” With that, Klimt open the carriage door for the Ragnvindrs. “Watch your step kinds sirs,” 

Crepus helped Diluc and Kaeya climb the stairs and situate themselves in the carriage and once they were all settled, Klimt closed the door and hopped into the driver seat. 

As the carriage made its way to the city of Mondstadt, the Ragnvindrs could hear the bells of the cathedral, booming across area to signal that it was time to gather. Kaeya wasn’t too fond of the church bells because of how loud they were but Diluc made him feel better when he said the bells would stop eventually. 

The carriage stopped before the climb up the many levels and stairs to the cathedral. Klimt dismounted to open the to the passengers. “All right, watch your step coming down,” he warned. 

Crepus exited first to help his sons come down the steps. “All right boys, remember to be on your best behavior. And Kaeya, don’t be afraid, Diluc and I will be with you,” 

Kaeya nodded as Crepus took his and Diluc’s hand in his own, guiding them up the long and tall stairs of the cathedral. The trek was quite long and Kaeya already felt tired from the hike. 

“Good job, now we have specially assigned places in the church so we need to make our way there,” Crepus explained as they made their way to the open doors. 

“Ah, Master Crepus, a pleasure to see you on this beautiful day!” a man with long robes said, approached the family.

“Yes, Deacon Albert, it is quite the special one indeed.” 

“I can only imagine how proud you must be of your boys, both being baptized in the Church. What a special day!’ Albert declared, “Now, if you gentlemen will follow me, you must be near the front of the Church.”

The deacon and family enter, but Crepus briefly stops to bow his head and offer a silent prayer to the Anemo Archon. Kaeya looks around with wide eyes. He can never get used to the grandeur and grandiose scale of the architecture of this place. He comes here every Sunday for mass but it just seemed so haughty and over the top. 

The deacon led them to one of the pews near the front. “Right here if you please, it will be easier for you all to slip out and come to the front once the Seneschal calls for you.”

“Thank you for your assistance Deacon Albert,” Crepus said, helping his sons sit in the pews. Crepus bowed his head to pray once more and Kaeya and Diluc remained silent by his side, not wanting to disturb their father. When Crepus finished he turned his attention to his sons.

“Kaeya, I want to tell you how proud I am of you and that I love you very much. This is your home, Mondstadt is your home. I hope you know that.” Kaeya nodded. 

“Diluc, I too am very proud of you. You’re with your brother on this journey with him. He will always be your brother regardless of how many trials and tribulations you may face.You can face them together. ” 

“Yes Father,” Diluc whispered. 

More people came in to fill the pews, and some even had to stand near the sides. People had been curious about this child who had come to Master Crepus’ place and was taken in as their own. To many, this would be their first time being able to see the child. 

As the service started, Kaeya was trying quite hard not to get drowsy. It never failed that for most of the service, he was about to fall asleep. The pomp and circumstance of mass just bored him to sleep. His father had gently tapped him on the head a couple times for falling asleep during mass, especially when he was still getting over being so sick for so long. However, as his baptism time was getting closer, Kaeya started to grow antsy, his anxiety waking him up. 

“Now is the time for a joyous moment for all gathered here to witness. A new member to be baptized in the faith of the Anemo Archon.” Cardinal Pegg proclaimed with a booming voice. Crepus then picked up Kaeya who squeaked a bit at the sudden movement. “You’re all right,” Crepus whispered reassuringly to his son. Diluc followed them to the front and grabbed onto his father’s pant leg in the meantime since Crepus had his arms full with his younger son.

“The Anemo Archon welcomes all to his domain. From the mighty winds of the strongest storms to the gentlest of breezes, Lord Barbatos is always around us and always with us. We are blessed to witness as Kaeya Ragnvindr accepts the Anemo Archon into his heart and be guided in faith by the Lord’s winds.”

Seamus then turned to Crepus. “On behalf of Kaeya Ragnvindr, what do you ask of the Church?”

“I ask that he be baptized in the faith of the Anemo Archon. That he may know of the Anemo Archon’s greatness and love for his children of Mondstadt, as his brother and I have done before.”

“Will you uphold this sacred duty to guide Kaeya in this practice and raise him to be faithful to the Anemo Archon?”

“I will.” Crepus replied. 

Seamus took a step towards Kaeya and put his hand on Kaeya’s head. “Lord Barbatos is with you, with all of us. He is in the air we breathe, the breeze we feel, the music we hear, and the city we love. Wherever the Winds may take you, know that you have a home here and that you are loved. You are a child of Mondstadt and the Anemo Archon. May you be blessed with knowing Lord Barbatos’ great acts of love and grace from now and forever.” 

When Seamus concluded his prayer with Kaeya, he faced the large crowd gathered. 

“As witnesses to his proclamation of faith, the Church of Favonius welcomes you. May the Church recognize its role in helping to guide and hold fast to this responsibility of teaching young Kaeya. May Lord Barbatos’ gentle wind be with you dear Kaeya Ragnvindr.”

A large round of cheers and applause erupted into the cathedral in response to the Cardinal’s words. 

“All right Kaeya, let's greet your new family,” Crepus said, kissing Kaeya on the temple. Crepus walked by with Kaeya in his arms and Diluc trotting along by his side. Church members greeted the family warmly as they made their way up and down the main aisle. Kaeya looked at all the faces with wide eyes, not out of fear but intrigue. He couldn’t help but feel naturally curious at all the people who had gathered. So many faces looking brightly at him, and apparently they are his “family”. Kaeya couldn’t help but feel…conflicted with such a term. The Ragnvindrs returned to the pew and Crepus hugged his sons briefly before turning his focus back to the service.

He thanked the Anemo Archon for blessing him with wonder children, the beautiful life he and his sons live, and for their futures. He couldn’t ask for more. 

“I always wondered why people hold the Anemo Archon up to such a lofty standard. Seems rather odd to pray and beseech something that people apparently couldn’t comprehend by mortal means. I wonder what the other Archons feel about this? I’m sure some others demand utter loyalty and worship, Grandiose places of worship dedicated to them where people would kneel and pray to them. I really didn’t see a use for such but nonetheless, if it gives people solace and peace to do such, I won’t stop them. They are free to do as they please. I am only here to observe them and what they might do. The Wind is free and I am with the Wind. I go where the wind takes me which could be anywhere. From Mondstadt to Fontaine to the furthest islands of Inazuma, it’s exciting to see all the sites.”

“No matter where the wind might take me, I’ll always come back here. Mondstadt has been my home, and I don’t see myself leaving here any time soon. All these people are precious to me. Whether they were born here or traveled the winds here doesn’t matter to me.”

“I wonder though, do we have the power to change our destiny, going against the wind’s direction? To fight against the wind is difficult and tiring. Most wouldn’t want to fight against such resistance. But to those who have the willpower and courage to do so, would it be fruitful in the end if they obtained their goal? Would all the heartbreak and turmoil of fighting against what was already predetermined be worth it? Can the wind’s direction be changed?” 

“Ah, I have rambled on for far too long. Besides, no one can answer me since, well, I’m just talking to myself. But it’s just something I wanted to think out loud about for awhile. I guess no one can truly answer my questions, but that’s okay. Maybe I’m not supposed to know the answers in the first place. Just go with the flow, like the winds. After all, that’s what makes life so interesting and fun! There is always something around the corner unexpected and surprising.”

“I wanna see what else is in store for this world and the people decide what to do next. It’s so exciting to think about! But in the meantime, I’ll just be satisfied with watching over them. I hope whatever comes next will be amazing and I have a front row seat to enjoy the show.” 

A magical tune echoed in the calm night through the city of Mondstadt, carried by the winds across Springvale to the Falcon Coast. However, most were already asleep, oblivious to the dulcet melody or didn’t notice. 

At the Ragnvindr manor, two boys slept peacefully side by side, lost in their own dreams. The outside world was vast and unfamiliar, but for right now, in this peaceful abode, this was the boys’ whole world, their sanctuary. Who knows the future may bring for the boys, but at least, they wouldn’t be facing it alone. 

From now, they will have each other.