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Durin always liked the library. Not just because it was his refuge from the hustle and bustle of Mondstadt, but also because it was the only place he felt truly connected to his mother.
His dear mother, "M", had died a long time ago. But when he was here, surrounded by hundreds of stories… It felt like she had never left.
"Durin, Durin!" Little Klee grabbed the dragon's arm. "Wanna go fish blasting?"
Durin shook his head. "Not now, Klee. I'm…" He stared down at the empty paper before him. "I'm a bit busy right now."
"Aww, okay…" Klee hung her head. "Klee will just have to ask someone else…" Klee left the library, intent on roping someone else into her mischief.
Durin picked up his pen, and began to write on the empty paper.
Dear Mom…
Durin hadn't written to his mother in a little while. There was so much to tell her. Like how he and Kaeya had picked fruit together, how he and Albedo had done some cool experiments, all the new foods he'd tried, and the time Jean had punished him and Klee for doing something dumb…
I definetly defenitly definitely love being in Mondstadt. And I'm sure you would have loved it, too. I wish you were here, Mom. I miss you.
Your son, Durin