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A peaceful breeze blows through Mondstat's air. A crisp blast of sun warms the pavements, and wisps of clouds drift above heads, as if painted by someone with a craft. The windmills turn slowly, creaking, but never once faltering. The cathedral towers over all, and the watchful Anemo God's eye does just the same. The People of this wind cherished land are just as warm as the scenery, you can see many adults drinking to their hearts content, children playing in the streets, and the occasional Knight on patrol.
If you are lucky enough, (or perhaps unlucky enough), you are able to see something magical.
The people living here are often looked kindly upon by celestia, and in turn, are granted the highest honour they can bestow. A Vision of their own.
Some people see Vision welders as a problem, a curse, or even dangerous. Which, if in the wrong hands. Can certainly be true. Not everyone deserves a blessing from the God's.
But, in many ways, Vision welders are courageous, wise, self-sacrificing, devoted to eternity, free spirited, loyal, and loving. In the right hands, many can bring good to the world.
A bard sits in the hands of Barbatos, his green cape blows in the wind as he strums on his lyre. His hair is tousled by the breeze, a faint teal shimmer glowing inberween his braids.
He looks up, smiling.
"Aha. A story? For me? I'd best keep my ears keen."