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“So you give them a flower?”
“Yes.”
“And that flower says that you love them?”
“Yes.”
“And it’s a specific flower which nobody knows for sure?”
“Also yes.”
“Why?”
Lumine shrugged. She really didn’t know the answer. Jeht stood beside her, taking in Mondstadt’s festive air. The Windblume Festival was here, and what better way to catch up was there than a celebration of romance?
It was hard to contact Jeht, but the moment she received Lumine’s invite, she rushed over as soon as possible. She wasn’t quite used to life outside the desert, but for Lumine, she’d bear anything.
Mondstadt was pleasant in her blindfolded eyes. It was picturesque, a land of dandelions and whimsy.
The concept of a Windblume still seemed to evade her, however.
“But what kind of flower actually is it?” She asked.
“It’s whatever,” Lumine answered. She handed Jeht a skewer of meat and mushrooms as they talked. Paimon and Benben were off on an adventure of their own, which meant Lumine could actually afford to buy a reasonable amount of food for the two of them. “It comes from the heart.”
“So it can be anything?”
“I think so.”
“That doesn’t help much. What Windblumes are there?”
“Well…”
* * *
“Once again, I am so sorry for everything.”
Amber was fervently apologizing to every individual person around the statue of Barbatos as she cleaned the area up.
The explosion earlier had caused quite the ruckus, leaving Amber to scramble, trying to reverse any remaining effects of the incident.
It was late, probably past 10 by this point. She and Noelle had been cleaning up the square for so long.
Somehow, this Windblume Festival was more eventful than the one with a literal murder trial and monster invasion.
Amber leaned down to pick up another piece of trash, sighing loudly. All she wanted that day was a nice night with her girlfriend. That was too much to ask for, apparently.
“Phew,” Noelle chimed. “We’re almost cleaned up!”
“We’re halfway done,” Amber corrected, sighing. She picked up another dropped bouquet of flowers, tossing it into a bag. This bunch had Glaze Lillies and Frostlamp Flowers. “Where did they even get these?” Earlier that day, there was an explosion in the cathedral plaza that made it suddenly rain flowers. The perpetrator was still unknown.
“I think it’s wonderful they got all of these!”
“You’re not missing any dates,” Amber grumbled. “I wonder how Eula’s doing.”
“Why don’t you ask her yourself?”
“Huh?”
Amber was scooped up from behind, lifted into toned arms.
“Who did this?” Eula began. “Vengeance will be mine!”
“E-Eula!” Amber beamed. “You’re back!”
“I apologize for my tardiness. There were more monsters than expected.” Her claymore was on her back, dirty after hours of combat. Still, with all the grace of a dancer, Eula spun her girlfriend around. Amber giggled, her work forgotten. Noelle simply returned to work, continuing her one true love of work.
“It’s great to see you,” Amber smiled. Her smile turned to a frown, though. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t get a Windblume for you this year.”
“And that’s alright,” Eula comforted. She put Amber back down, reaching behind her and drawing a bouquet of Small Lamp Grass. It was clear it was hastily picked up, probably during her mission. “I’m sorry I couldn’t get anything fancier.”
“No, it’s perfect!” To Amber, the mere fact that Eula would still search for a Windblume even amidst a mission was enough.
“What happened here?” Eula then asked, gazing at the carnage around them.
“Some kind of flower bomb.”
“Say no more. It’s just us now.”
“And Noelle.”
“I’m not here!” Noelle yelled.
“And not Noelle.”
“Heh,” Eula giggled. “Since it’s just the two of us, then.”
Eula picked Amber up, bringing her into a deep kiss.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Small Lamp Grass.
* * *
“I’m home!”
Jean stepped into the small house, gently closing the door behind her. It had been a long day of festivities and speeches for the acting grandmaster, and now, all she wanted was time to relax.
“Lisa?” Jean called out. No response. Either her wife was waiting to surprise her or she was asleep. Probably the latter.
Maybe her speech got delayed by quite a bit due to a certain flower-related incident, but she wasn’t that late, was she?
It was only-
9:45 PM???
How long was Lisa waiting for her?
The smell of fresh cooking wafted through the Gunnhildr-Minci household.
Following it to the kitchen, Jean couldn’t help but smile.
Lisa was at the dinner table, passed out. She was in her fanciest dress and hat, with the table fully set. A meal, made with love, was set out, already having grown cold. Two glasses of Jean’s favorite wine were also placed, neither touched. At the very center of the table, however, was a small vase. A single Sumeru Rose was inside, Lisa’s Windblume to her.
Lisa wasn’t a good cook. Between the two of them, they mostly ate MREs or takeout. Seeing the pile of dishes in the sink, however, it was clear that she made all of these herself.
“Oh, darling,” Jean let out. She took a seat beside her wife, beginning to put her creations onto a plate. There was a mix of Mondstadt and Sumeru cuisine, a blend of the cultures they knew most.
Bolognese and butter chicken was a strange combination, but Jean didn’t mind. She was frankly starving.
The gentle clinks of silverware stirred Lisa awake, the librarian letting out a soft yawn. Once she noticed Jean, it turned into a gasp.
“J-Jean-“ she yelped. “I fell asleep…”
“It’s alright, darling,” Jean comforted. She reached out, nudging strands of brown hair behind Lisa’s ear. “We’re you waiting long?”
“Far too long.”
“Oh, my dear.” Jean leaned over, planting a kiss onto Lisa’s forehead. “You could have just gone to bed. I know how much you need your beauty sleep.” She gave a smirk, one that caused Lisa to cackle.
“Sarcasm from Jean Gunnhildr-Minci. I never thought I’d see the day.”
“Only one woman could have taught me that.”
They brought themselves closer to one another, pressing their foreheads to each other’s.
“So what made you so late?” Lisa asked.”
“There was an incident,” Jean answered. “Someone made it rain flowers all over the city.” There was also the situation with Barbara, but she didn’t want to talk about that.
“Surely that’s not all that happened.”
“It’s how he did it that’s the problem.”
“Well, enough of that. It’s time for us now.” Lisa leaned in, whispering into Jean’s ear, “and I have a special dessert that I would love to eat right now.”
Jean’s face was bright red, a shade of red akin to a Baron Bunny.
“L-Lisa wait, not here-“
It was too late for her.
Sumeru Rose.
* * *
“And the detonation point must have been here.”
It was about 8:20 and Sucrose was brought on for a very special task.
Unfortunately, it was a task she wanted no part in.
She was standing on top of the statue of Barbatos, where the remnants of some sort of launch device sat. It was clearly powered by one of Klee’s explosives (scratch that, many of them) and, judging by the countless burnt petals and stems, the payload was also obvious.
Klee was out. Albedo was out. That left Sucrose as Mondstadt’s resident bomb expert (through process of elimination).
Sucrose let out a sigh, fogging up her glasses. Of all the days for this to happen, why did it have to be today?
She sat at the edge of the statue’s hands. She could see all of Mondstadt from up there. The entire city looked so beautiful.
Not quite as beautiful as Mona, of course.
The moment was then ruined as she saw another explosion, one much smaller.
It didn’t seem very dangerous, but she swore it came from her house.
Wait.
IT DID COME FROM HER HOUSE.
Sucrose rushed back as soon as she could, storming through the door.
She pushed through her plants and into her lab.
And then her eyes went wide.
“Damn thing,” Mona mumbled. “Why is this so complicated?”
Mona was working with Sucrose’s equipment, putting reagents onto a seed. The Alchemist’s notes were open, dictating the creation of Sucrose’s masterpiece, the Tetratanic Sweet Flower.
Sucrose wasn’t a bold person, but around Mona, she felt like the most confident girl in the world.
She plucked some Sweet Flowers from one of her cultivation pots, then approached from behind.
She opened a flask, releasing a small artificial Anemo Hypostasis.
A miniature gust was created, launching Mona up. She made a squeaking noise, landing on a vortex in front of Sucrose. She floated there, awestruck for a moment.
“H-hi,” Sucrose said. She extended the flowers to Mona. “Happy Windblume!”
“S-Sucrose!” Mona yelped. “I didn’t hear you come back.” The wind let up, allowing Mona to gently return to her feet. “Um. Sorry for using your lab without permission.” The Astrologist was uncharacteristically shy. It was like the two of them swapped personalities momentarily. Very momentarily, though.
“I-it’s okay. Were you trying to make a Tetratanic Sweet Flower?”
“I thought it would be a nice way to surprise you.”
“A-and it was.” Sucrose led Mona back to her workbench. “But it’s dangerous to do this without experience.”
“Then how about you show me how?”
“Gladly.”
Sweet Flower.
* * *
“Sister Rosaria, look!”
Barbara rushed over to the nun. She was behind the Cathedral, hiding as she usually did after work. Rosaria was staring at a cigarette, discarded by someone else. Barbara was there for her, however, squeezing her hand. Any temptations she still had vanished just like that. Barbara’s influence on her was very evident. Three months smoke-free. It would have been unthinkable a year ago.
“My Thorn,” Rosaria sighed. To anyone else’s ears, it would sound like an insult. Barbara knew that it was a very thoughtful nickname, instead. Barbara was a thorn in her side, but one that she would never remove. “What is it?”
“I wrote a song for you!”
“Did you now?”
Barbara looked up at the taller woman, clearing her throat.
And the moment the first note rang out, there was a massive boom.
Rosaria instinctively brought Barbara behind her, reaching for her dagger.
“What was that?” Barbara squealed.
“It sounded like it came from the statue,” Rosaria noted. Soon after, flowers from all over Teyvat fell from above.
“Cute!” Barbara then chimed. She hopped up, grabbing a bouquet. “Cecilias!”
“You seem excited, Thorn.”
“It’s the name of my song. Cecilia!” She handed the bouquet to Rosaria. They smelled sweet. Fragrant. Like the perfume Barbara would wear. “They remind me of you.”
“How so?”
“Cecilias only grow in the harshest of winds, but they have such soft petals.”
“Are you saying I’m soft?”
“I’ve seen you with your guard down. You’re the softest!”
“I’m not soft. I’m a knife.” Rosaria pouted, grumbling under her breath.
“A butter knife!” Barbara chimed. Her positivity was too much sometimes.
“No! If I was an animal, I’d be a vicious lone wolf. A beast of anger and violence.”
“A cute puppy!”
“N-no!” Rosaria was blushing furiously, made even more apparent against her deathly pale skin. If anyone heard that Barbara was the one taking charge in the relationship, it was unlikely that anyone would believe it. Rosaria herself didn’t want to believe it.
That was assuming anyone even knew about their relationship, though. Not even Jean knew.
Rosaria sighed, squeezing her secret girlfriend’s hand.
“I’d love to hear your song,” she said, gazing into Barbara’s eyes.
And so, Barbara sang.
And for a moment, Rosaria did feel like a Cecilia.
Once Barbara’s last note finished, Rosaria was silent.
“Oh, Sister Rosaria,” Barbara began. She put her hand out, pressing Rosaria against the wall in a technique the Inazumans called a “kabedon.”
The nun sighed, chuckling, “Don’t call me ‘sister’ before kissing me.”
Barbara, despite everything about her, was a sloppy kisser.
“Barbara!” A panicked voice began.
Jean ran in, freezing up as she saw her little sister making out with the most scandalous nun in the entire Church.
“J-Jean!” Barbara yelped. She shot back, leaving Rosaria dazed and covered in lipstick. “W-what are you doing here?”
“The Knights were just deployed,” Jean said. She very clearly wanted to address the elephant in the room, though. “I wanted to ask you to stay inside and keep yourself safe.”
“You’ve been deployed? Why?”
“There’s a monster threat outside the city. Eula is leading a squad.”
“T-then I hope you’ll be safe. May the wind guide you, Master Jean!”
“Y-yes. Um.” Jean scratched her head. “How long has this- thing been going on?”
“Four months!” Barbara beamed.
“She’s been a good influence,” Rosaria finally said.
“And you’re a bad influence on her,” Jean blurted out. “That was rude, apologies.”
“No, I deserve it. I’m a piece of-“
“But Barbara clearly seems happy.”
“Nevermind.”
“As- as much as I wish she would have a more… upstanding partner, she chose you. Treat her right.”
“I will.”
“Barbara?” Jean then said.
“Yes, sister?” The Deaconess answered.
“Come by me and Lisa’s place sometime. She’d love to see you two.”
“I will!”
Once Jean left, the two were on their own once more.
“Barbara-“ Rosaria began. She was interrupted as Barbara wasted no time in continuing their make-out session.
Cecilia.
* * *
“Well. This is some kind of ‘meet the family.’ Haha.”
Bennett gently patted a wolf’s head. Beside him, Fischl was trying to communicate with another one to no avail.
“First, thou shalt raise thy paw in reverence,” Fischl began. “Place thy paw against mein, and shake with dignity.” The wolf tilted its head at Fischl. “Tis a trick most proper. If thou art successful in thy endeavor, thou shalt be rewarded with a morsel most scrumptious.”
“What Mein Fraulein means to say,” Oz translated, “is ‘shake my hand and you get a treat.’” The wolf was only more confused. “Or what she really means is ‘woof woof bark.’”
Razor popped out from a fluffy pile of doggos, smiling as wide as he could.
“Lupical happy?” He asked.
“So happy!” Bennett cheered. “Your family’s so nice!”
“My wild Prince,” Fischl began. “One is very pleased with this excursion!”
“I am happy!” Razor beamed. The sheer cute aura he emitted was enough to make Bennett and Fischl both flush. “I have Windblume.”
“Oh, you didn’t have to,” Bennett replied.
“I want to. For Bennett and for Amy.” Fischl didn’t mind when Razor said her real name. It was easier to say than “Fischl” after all. Only he could get away with that, however.
“W-well- you-“ Fischl began to stammer. “You are- you-“
“I think you broke her,” Bennett mumbled. He held her hand in one of his, poking her cheek with his other.
“You- my Prince-“ Fischl took a moment to reset. Breathing deeply. “You are too sweet for me, my Princes.”
“Sweet,” Razor began. “Like Wolfhook!”
Razor produced a basket of berries. They weren’t flowers, but the smile on his face? It was too pure for Teyvat.
The three entered a handholding triangle, surrounded by the many wolves. It was perfect.
Then in the distance, in the city, there was an explosion visible from Wolvendom. The wolves all howled.
And so did the monsters.
Whatever that was seemed to agitate all of the monsters around the city. Luckily, Boreas’s presence scared any of them away. He would not let anything interrupt the throuple’s date.
“Should we be concerned?” Bennett asked.
“It could not have been the fault of the Ill-Starred Prince,” Fischl noted. “Unless his omen of poor luck reaches that far.”
“No, it’s like a 200 meter range. I tested it one time.” How someone could test the range of bad luck, Fischl didn’t know. Razor knew even less.
He didn’t have the will to think it through, though. The sudden howling left the poor boy terrified. The other wolves must have only howled like that when there was trouble.
“Oh, Razor!” Bennett yelped. He approached his boyfriend, hugging him tight. “It’s okay.”
Fischl hugged him from the other side, comforting, “My Wild Prince. We are here.” Oz landed on his hood, wrapping his wings around the wolf boy’s head.
Razor slowly began to calm down, holding his partners tight.
“Lupical.” He beamed.
“Lupical,” Fischl and Bennett both replied.
Wolfhook.
* * *
“You know,” Kaeya began, “I’m surprised you agreed to this.”
Albedo stared at his canvas, replying, “You asked me to ‘paint you like one of your Khaenri'ahn boys.’”
“It was a joke, in my defense.”
“You don’t seem disappointed, though.”
Kaeya was sitting on a chair, as still as he could be. He had a casual pose, one taken due to the long length of the painting process. He was curious to see how Albedo would draw him. His boyfriend had the greatest eye for beauty. Surely he’d bring out the best in him, right?
Albedo’s brush strokes were numerous. Whatever he was doing, Kaeya was impressed.
“So what’s my Windblume this year?” Kaeya asked.
“You’ll get it once this is done,” Albedo replied.
“Any hints?”
“It’s a flower.”
“All Windblumes are flowers.”
“Not true. You should have seen Klee’s Windblume.”
“Oh? Let me guess. A bomb?”
“No.”
“Wow, I’m surprised. A Dodoco?”
“You’d think so, but no.”
“Hmm. A fish.”
“Do you really think Klee would use a fish as a Windblume?”
“No.” Kaeya laughed as he added, “she’d put it on a slice of bread.”
“You know her so well.”
“What. Nonono, did Klee actually give a fish sandwich to someone as a Windblume?”
“Yes. Yes, she did.” Albedo continued painting, adding some new colors to his palate. “She did have some special Jumpty Dumpties that she wanted to give, but someone ended up taking them all. She managed to give me one before that, though.” He gestured to a Jumpty Dumpty that was on the table, decorated with hearts.
“Oh. Oh no.” The thought of some wild person with all those explosives…
“It’s my day off. I don’t have to worry about it.”
“You’re a Captain of the Knights of Favonius,” Kaeya chastised. “You shouldn’t be saying that.”
“You’re a Captain too,” Albedo deadpanned.
“Touché.” After some more waiting, Kaeya asked, “Is it almost done?”
“You can’t rush art.”
Kaeya, growing impatient, let out, “This is boring.”
“You’re the one who wanted this.”
“I am.”
As Albedo dabbed more paint onto his brush, he comforted, “it’s almost done, by the way.”
“Great.” Kaeya tapped his fingers against his knees. “So, my Windblume?”
Albedo finally put the brush down, then reached into his bag. He pulled out a blue flower that Kaeya did not recognize, perfectly preserved and pressed.
“It’s beautiful,” Kaeya said. “What is it?”
“It’s a Withering Purpurbloom,” Albedo explained. “They grow in Ochkanatlan.”
“Scary. Why this?”
“It reminded me of your eyes.”
Kaeya’s face became as red as Klee’s hat. He struggled for the words to say, but they weren’t needed, it seemed.
“C-can I see the painting now?” He stammered.
“Of course,” Albedo answered. He turned the canvas around.
Kaeya initially had a wide smile. It turned into a scowl of confusion.
“Why is it-“
The background was painted wonderfully. It was almost lifelike.
Kaeya, however?
He was three brush strokes. One for his head. One for his eyepatch. One for his eyepatch’s strap.
“Do you like it?” Albedo asked.
“Why am I… like that?”
“I broke you down into your essential components.”
“My essential components are three lines?”
“Well, I can’t exactly paint your debonair charm or devil-can-do attitude.”
“O-oh.” Kaeya flushed, gazing more at the painting. “Let’s hang this up somewhere. Over the fireplace, maybe?”
“Do you really want everyone to see this?”
“Yeah. I do. It’s got charm.”
“Very well.”
Kaeya looked at his caricature, eyes filled with love. Somehow, it was better than an actual portrait.
Withered Purpurbloom.
* * *
“A Windblume? For me?”
Klee sat at the counter of the Cat’s Tail, holding a hastily made gift box. Diona looked at it in confusion.
“Klee’s giving Windblumes to everybody!” The little knight cheered. “I have one for Master Jean. One for Big Brother Albedo. One for Kaeya. One for you!”
“That can’t be all,” the Katzlein began.
“And Sucrose. And Bennett. And Razor. And Fischl. And-“
“There it is.” Diona waited as Klee listed every single person she knew, including those in other nations. “Is there anyone you don’t like?”
“No! Klee loves everyone!”
“Then are you gonna give Windblumes to the entire world?” When Klee looked like she was actually contemplating that, Diona shot her down. “Well, what is your Windblume?”
“Open it, Diona!”
Diona tore the box open with her nails, her eyes going wide upon seeing what was inside.
“Klee?” She asked.
“Yes, Diona?”
“Is t-this a bomb?” She stared down at a Jumpty Dumpty with flowers sticking out of it.
“It’s perfectly safe, don’t worry!” Klee gave a demonstration, pulling one out and detonating it. A small squib activated, a Pyro burst launching some flowers into the air. “Big Brother Albedo made sure they’re not dangerous!”
“I find that hard to believe.”
“They’re only dangerous when there are a lot of them!”
“W-What?”
“Or if they’re exposed to Anemo.”
“WHAT?” Diona pushed herself up onto the counter. “Klee! We’re in Mondstadt! There’s Anemo everywhere!”
“There is?”
“We have so many Anemo Vision users! The plants have Anemo! EVERYTHING HAS ANEMO!”
“O-Oh dear.” Klee thought back to Kaeya’s wise words: Explosions can hurt people. “Klee doesn’t want to hurt people!”
“You can’t give these away! We need to get rid of them.”
“I know a place!”
The two tiny girls rushed out of the cafe, both carrying a massive bag of Jumpty Dumpties above them. People watched them, but none understood what was happening.
Deep in the woods, they tossed all of the Jumpty Dumpties into a hole that Klee had dug, filling it up as soon as they could.
The two of them walked back to Mondstadt, Klee frowning. Diona really did not like to see Klee sad. When Klee was sad, everyone was sad.
“It’s okay, Klee,” Diona comforted. “You can find another Windblume. I know you can!”
“But Klee wanted to make it special!” The Spark Knight cried.
“Nonono, don’t cry, Klee!” Diona thought about what to say, eventually deciding, “I don’t care what your Windblume it. I’ll love it no matter what!”
“D-Do you really mean that?”
“I do, Klee!”
“Then…” Klee began rummaging through her bag. “How about this?” Klee produced her lunch, a pair of Fisherman’s Toast slices with tuna in between them.
“You want to give me your lunch as a Windblume?”
“You like fish, right?”
“I-” Diona grumbled. “How about we share it?”
“Yay! Klee loves sharing!”
The two girls took a seat by the lake, setting up a makeshift picnic. Diona split the sandwich with her claws, purring as she did so. The two little girls snacked happily. It was made with love.
Tuna Sandwich.
* * *
“So a Windblume really can be anything,” Jeht mused.
She and Lumine sat on top of a windmill, gazing down at the city below.
“See?” Lumine replied.
“It’s wonderful. Also how did we see all of those?”
“Let’s not question the Fourth Wall.”
“The what-”
“So what did you think about the festival?”
“It was lovely.” Jeht, for the first time in ages, reached for her blindfold, removing it and setting it down beside her. She and Lumine locked eyes. It’s rare for Lumine to see her eyes. Bright blue like sapphires. Shimmering like the ocean. Lumine could get lost in those eyes forever.
“I actually have a Windblume for you,” Lumine said. She reached into her inventory, taking out a perfectly maintained Padisarah. “I… I picked one in the Orchard of Pairidaeza. Some Alchemists helped me use it to make some seeds.”
“You- you brought back the original Padisarah?” Jeht was frankly astonished. Did Lumine really revive a long dead species just for her?
“Not exactly. This is the only one that could grow. So I want you to have it.”
“L-Lumine-“ Jeht’s voice was shaky, tears of joy began dropping from her eyes.
Lumine placed it in Jeht’s hair. It was perfect, like it belonged there.
“Jeht Ufairah Hindi. I love you.”
“I love you too, Lumine.”
The two of them leaned close, lips perked up.
“PAIMON’S BACK!”
Paimon landed on Lumine’s head. Benben did the same to Jeht.
“Well what were you two up to?” Lumine asked.
“Paimon and Benben went to Dawn Winery!” The little travel companion began. “We got free grape juice from the maids! Benben can’t drink anything, though, so Paimon brought their juice for you, Jeht!”
“How kind of you, Paimon,” Jeht giggled. “Did you bring any for Lumine?”
“Paimon did! After the winery, Benben and Paimon went…”
As Paimon continued her story, Lumine and Jeht shared a look. Then, they shared a kiss.
Padisarah.
* * *
After some time, Jeht eventually asked, “By the way, what was that explosion?”
“Oh,” Lumine chuckled. “I think I have an idea.”
* * *
“Diluc, my main man!”
Venti stumbled into Angel’s Share, Dahlia by his side. Diluc let out a preemptive sigh.
“What is it this time?” The bartender grumbled.
“Windblume, of course!” The bard laughed.
“It is Windblume,” Dahlia added. “So can’t we pay our favorite bartender a visit?
“We have a Windblume for you as well.”
“Not interested,” Diluc deadpanned. “I’m not exactly interested in serving either of you today, either.”
“Oh, come on. I know you don’t do romance. You know platonic Windblumes exist too, right?”
“What do you want?”
“We have a plan.”
“I already hate the sounds of that.”
“Oh, don’t be so grumpy!”
“It’s a simple plan, really,” Dahlia began. “We have a shipment of flowers from every nation. We just need a way to spread them.”
Diluc, unimpressed, continued, “that doesn’t change my mind. Why are you telling me this, anyways?”
“Imagine. Dawn Winery spreads love from around the world!”
“No. Leave me out of this.”
“You’re no fun.”
“Someone’s just grumpy,” Venti laughed. “Like usual.”
“Are you two going to order something or not?” Diluc groaned.
“Your entire stock of wine!”
Venti and Dahlia were promptly thrown out of the tavern.
“No fun,” Dahlia grumbled. “How are we getting this done without help?”
“Hmm,” Venti thought out loud.
Panicked, tiny footsteps ran past. Klee and Diona were carrying a bag of Jumpty Dumpties into the woods.
“I have an idea,” Venti said with a smirk.
“And I think I have the same idea,” his Herald giggled. The two shared a chuckle, following after the girls.
“Ah. I love the Windblume festival.”