A/N:
Hello everyone or well everyone is the people who actually read this flaming pile of Garbage. My name's Linon and this is The second story I've ever created. The first I never published. But apart from that, I'd like to thank you for taking your time out of your day to read this.
Also, please leave a review if you wish to, and I don't mean just an "Oh that was great!' (Although that would make me really happy :D) But ways I could improve on my writing, grammatical tips and maybe different ways to express characters. I'm gonna stop talking now, Enjoy the chapter :)
Bells chimed as the city of Monstadt awoke for the morning, this was the time for citizens to awaken and prepare for the coming day. For many these mornings were treated as the calm before the storm in the city of freedom, a bit of time to be awake and clear from other thoughts before the working day truly begun. But for a certain girl, these mornings were simple in a way only she would consider simple. Barbara awakes every morning with a pep in her step as she hurriedly gets her church dress on, before racing around the house making breakfast... Or dinner if you're including her sister in the mix. She eats and does everything as many would expect anyone else to prepare, except for one detail. Her morning Prayer.
Even if she no longer lived in the church, She for some reason cannot in good faith stop her morning Prayer. In or outside of the church she was the Deaconess of the Monstadt Cathedral. Lord Barbados is a sacred being who deserves all the love she gives him.
So, she sat by her mini altar and spoke In a soft tone
"Lord Barbatos, I Pray this reaches you. I hope your morning is great and that the winds are kind to you this morning. I thank you for all the love and compassion you have given to my life and thus I shall show my love for you through my singing. The singing you blessed when Monstadt viewed me as its first Idol."
Across the city, A boy that was seemingly asleep listened to her words like every other morning, a smile on his face as he whispered about his very loyal devotee.
"Thanks for the beautiful words once more Deaconess, I see why the city loves you." Venti stood up and let a smile rest upon his face as he began the walk to the angels share Tavern. 6 am is late enough for drinks, right? He stopped in his tracks as he heard another voice pop through his mind. Was that Barbara again? W-was she singing! He let his mouth fall agape as he stashed himself in an alleyway. Listening to the near angelic voice of the devoted Deaconess.
More thoughts swirled through his mind as his eyes widened a bit. Had she always been this good?! I've heard her sing in the courtyard before, but this is unreal, who knew someone so talented lived in Monstadt. Or perhaps he thought, maybe her voice sounded angelic since she was singing to him. Not too a crowd, or just too a general area, but at him. He smiled once more as she finished singing, skipping to Angels Share as he let a true giggle escape from him
'I hope she keeps praying like that, maybe she deserves a gift'
Her cheeks were flushed as she finally finished singing, she had never done that for her Lord. Or for well anyone for that matter, singing to someone was just a weird thought to her. She just had to
hope Lord Barbatos enjoyed her singing. Just as many in Monstadt had enjoyed it. She stood with the gracefulness of a leaf as she walked to the Cathedral, she had many duties today, there's no way she was gonna slack off!
Her footsteps echoed across the empty streets of the city of freedom as she ran to the Cathedral, her breathing heavy, she had never sung this early before. It messed with her lungs a little but she's the Deaconess! She can get through this easy.
The bard giggled into his hand, The wine was getting too him worse than usual, Diluc groaned and looked at him blankly.
"Venti, what happened? Usually, you take at least 20 glasses before you even react, You're on your 5th! Why the fuck are you already tipsy?"
Venti giggled once more and leaned in
"Master Diluc! I'm not tipsy I'm just very very happy!"
Diluc looked at him with a glare.
"YKNOW I wish you WERE tipsy; it would give me an excuse to kick you out of the tavern." Vent looked at Diluc in shock. "You wouldn't dare kick me out! I'm your best customer, and Angel shares most talented Bard, kicking me out would lose precious Mora would it not Master Diluc~" As you would have guessed. Diluc looked unimpressed. "Venti... May I remind you how much you drink here? And yet you have never once paid me. It's pitiful, the Anemo Archon himself is nothing but a homeless and poor Bard. Venti looked up and smiled cheerfully, a giggle escaping him as he stood. "Fine, I shall take my leave Master Diluc, you'll pray for me, won't you?" A harsh gust of wind suddenly flicked the door open before anyone could notice. Venti was gone with the wind.
