Today's the day, the day that Klee dreaded the most.
The bridge of Monstadt shined with the bright yellow sun as Klee was returning from her most recent adventure with Aether. Normally, people could hear the soft jingle of bombs and bells and the pitter-patter of a certain three-word phrase Klee said as she returned from her most recent adventure. Normally, she would welcome every familiar face as she came across them from the gate of Monstadt to her room in the Knights of Favonius HQ.
Klee made haste as she quietly walked into town. Today, Klee brought back with her a handful of cecelias, freshly picked. The flowers had nearly slipped through her grasp many times on her way back to Monstadt. "I should've gotten more," Klee sighed. She didn't venture out too far today and had only gotten what she could. The sun was already heading down and she didn't want to take too long and miss Albedo's favorite part of the day.
"Klee, over here!" a flower shop owner called out.
"Flora," Klee smiled as she went in for a hug, "how have you been?"
"I'm doing good! I finally convinced that creep to move on with his life and find someone who can love him back," Flora said excitedly. Taking on a somber tone, she continued, "I saw that you lost the bounce in your step as you came in, you almost looked like a normal person. Is everything alright?"
Klee flinched a little. "Oh, you saw that... Well, it's Big Brother's special day today."
Flora nodded. She knew. She reached into her basket and placed a batch in her hand. "Here. Take this dandelion trinket, he would've loved them."
"Thank you, he'll appreciate them," Klee said. She made her way further into town, a jade symbol made with dandelions in hand as she made her way to the church.
The stone pillars looked the same as the day she left, eternal. Oranges and purples and yellows danced on the horizon as the sunset. She remembered when she used to dance and flow with the wind at every step. Growing up tended to make even the shiniest of lights realize the darkness of the world. At least now she understood why the Kni- her family were wary around her.
Dirt began where stone ended.
"Hi, Big Brother," Klee's voice cracked as she placed the dandelion decor and the bouquet of cecelias upon an erect stone. "I'm home."