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A violent snow dances in the swirling wind
[Zhongli had never been particularly fond of Mondstadt's weather. It was a stark contrast to the ever-temperate climate of Liyue. The relentless chill in the air, the gusty winds that cut through his layers of clothing, it all felt foreign to him. He pulls his coat tighter, seeking refuge in the warmth it provides. He couldn't help but wonder how the people of Mondstadt managed to cope with this daily.
As he gazes up at the snowy hills of Dragonspine that loom over the lodging, he recalls the stories the Traveler had shared, tales of a thrumming heart buried within the tallest mountain. It's an idea that has been etched into his mind ever since, a concept that captivates his very being. He can't help but think of it as if it resonates with the depths of his soul.
With a sigh, Zhongli begins to unpack his sparse belongings, silently marvelling at the novelty of it all. Travelling with a small suitcase was an unusual experience for him, a reminder of the human existence he had chosen to embrace after retiring from his position as the Geo Archon.
The snow outside makes him shiver involuntarily, a spine-tingling idea of the biting cold outside. But as frigid as the air must be, it's not as chilling as the presence of his new roommate, Neuvillette.
Zhongli has observed Neuvillette from a distance, graceful and enigmatic. Familiar, in a way, and yet entirely foreign. He had not expected the Chief Justice of Fontaine to look fondly upon him—in fact, he had no expectations at all except how great and fair the Iudex is. However, he can't help but note how much of a contrast to his own essence he may be, one that exudes the warmth of earth and stone. As he unpacks his belongings, he can't help but feel a certain unease in the room, a tension that seems to emanate from the silent figure across from him.
Why Venti had suddenly decided to room them both together is beyond him. Venti had merely narrowed his eyes in mirth, tittering as he mentioned something about sturdiness, keeping his tangential and vague whenever he wishes to escape from between Zhongli's fingers.
The blizzard outside begins to intensify, the relentless howling of the wind making itself known, A sudden reminder that perhaps, isolation is frequent in this place. Zhongli glances at the window, his eyes narrowing as he senses something beneath the turmoil of the blizzard, a heartbeat, a pulse of something ancient and powerful. In the midst of the storm, he wonders if he's the only one who can feel it, the hidden heart of Dragonspine, echoing through the very foundations of their temporary shelter.]
As he gazes up at the snowy hills of Dragonspine that loom over the lodging, he recalls the stories the Traveler had shared, tales of a thrumming heart buried within the tallest mountain. It's an idea that has been etched into his mind ever since, a concept that captivates his very being. He can't help but think of it as if it resonates with the depths of his soul.
With a sigh, Zhongli begins to unpack his sparse belongings, silently marvelling at the novelty of it all. Travelling with a small suitcase was an unusual experience for him, a reminder of the human existence he had chosen to embrace after retiring from his position as the Geo Archon.
The snow outside makes him shiver involuntarily, a spine-tingling idea of the biting cold outside. But as frigid as the air must be, it's not as chilling as the presence of his new roommate, Neuvillette.
Zhongli has observed Neuvillette from a distance, graceful and enigmatic. Familiar, in a way, and yet entirely foreign. He had not expected the Chief Justice of Fontaine to look fondly upon him—in fact, he had no expectations at all except how great and fair the Iudex is. However, he can't help but note how much of a contrast to his own essence he may be, one that exudes the warmth of earth and stone. As he unpacks his belongings, he can't help but feel a certain unease in the room, a tension that seems to emanate from the silent figure across from him.
Why Venti had suddenly decided to room them both together is beyond him. Venti had merely narrowed his eyes in mirth, tittering as he mentioned something about sturdiness, keeping his tangential and vague whenever he wishes to escape from between Zhongli's fingers.
The blizzard outside begins to intensify, the relentless howling of the wind making itself known, A sudden reminder that perhaps, isolation is frequent in this place. Zhongli glances at the window, his eyes narrowing as he senses something beneath the turmoil of the blizzard, a heartbeat, a pulse of something ancient and powerful. In the midst of the storm, he wonders if he's the only one who can feel it, the hidden heart of Dragonspine, echoing through the very foundations of their temporary shelter.]
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Of course, [Zhongli says. But before he does move, he falters.] Ah, before I go. May I? [Zhongli asks politely, showing his hands, and with a faint, almost self-conscious smile, he adjusts the blanket around Neuvillette's shoulders, taking a moment to carefully brush his long hair back behind his shoulders and over the blanket instead of underneath. He has long hair as well, after all.] There. Now excuse me for a moment.
[He moves towards the door, sparing a thought for the snowstorm outside, and then opens it just a crack, enough to let in a slight draft without inviting the full force of the blizzard.
With his hand extended beyond the threshold, Zhongli reaches out into the cold, his fingers briefly exposed to the biting winds. It's a calculated risk, a reminder that even in his more human form, he still retains some degree of power. When he withdraws his hand and closes the door, he reveals a small shard of flint held within his palm.]
Here you go, Monsieur Neuvillette, [he offers the flint with a gentle smile.] I hope this will do the trick. Let's see if we can bring some warmth to this place.
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All right. [ While Zhongli heads toward the door, Neuvillette steps into the kitchenette to see if there's a suitable knife that can be used to strike against the flint until sparks fly into the tinder; after pulling out nearly all of the drawers, he finds a small pocket knife. He gives it a quick examination for any visible signs of damage or wear and aside from some discolouration as an early sign of rust, it seems to be in good condition.
He returns to the fireplace and once Zhongli does the same, he takes the offered flint with a glint of appreciation in his eyes. ]
Again, thank you. This should do nicely. [ Now comes the difficult part, because he isn't used to lighting fires in this manner. Or lighting fires in general. Crouching, he holds the flint above the tinder with the sharpest edge toward the knife in his opposite hand. With a quick downward motion, he strikes the knife repeatedly—for a solid minute or so, nothing happens. But he keeps trying until he finally generates a viable spark that flies into the tinder and begins to eat the wood hungrily. ]
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Even if the minute of struggle feels longer in the peaceful cabin, the tension building until finally, a spark ignites the tinder. Zhongli can't help but feel a surge of appreciation for Neuvillette's persistence, release a sigh of relief. The flickering flames gradually grow, casting a warm glow across the room.]
Very well done, Monsieur Neuvillette, [Zhongli commends, the smile on his face warm and genuine.] Your efforts have brought us a much-needed source of warmth. You have my thanks.
[As he speaks, Zhongli spots two slightly worn pillows on the rickety couch in the room. He retrieves the pillows, dusts them off, and places them beside Neuvillette, on the floor.]
There we go, [Zhongli settles onto one of the makeshift cushions.] Given our limited wood, it might be best to conserve it until later in the day. Perhaps before we retire for the night, to keep the cabin as warm as possible.
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Yes, that would be the wisest course to take. [ He pauses for a moment, thinking. ] ...We could also break some of the furniture into firewood, perhaps.
[ Though he can't say he particularly likes this particular line of thought given that the cabin was rented out from the Adventurers' Guild (if he had to guess, it was the cheapest lodging that bard could find) and it'll reflect poorly on Fontaine if their venerable Iudex were to start chopping up somebody else's property... but on the other hand, he would rather issue an apology and reimburse the Guild for replacement furniture than suffer through the cold. ]
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As Neuvillette tends to the fire, rearranging the logs with the metal poker, Zhongli allows his gaze to wander around the cabin. The idea of breaking furniture for firewood does cross his mind, but he understands the delicate balance between warmth and propriety. Fontaine's reputation must be upheld, even in the face of the biting cold.]
Oh? I appreciate the thought, Monsieur, [Zhongli's tone is thoughtful, cautious. This may err on the side of a breach of contract, despite this lodging being given by that Bard. Still, desperate times lean towards desperate measures.] I believe it would be best to refrain from dismantling the furniture. We might find a more suitable solution when the need arises.
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[ He will simply have to endure in the name of propriety... it's not like cold temperatures can possibly kill a Sovereign, anyway—though prolonged exposure does come with the risk of putting him in a state of torpor which could possibly last weeks or even months. Given his responsibilities as the Iudex, he would very much prefer to avoid being out of commission for that long.
Tugging the blanket even tighter around himself, the Chief Justice pulls his legs to his chest to preserve as much of the heat as possible. Falling silent for a few seconds, he thinks on what else they can do in this this situation they've found themselves in. ]
Was this the only blanket you could find?
[ If burning the furniture isn't an option for the time being, then they should focus their efforts on minimizing heat loss; perhaps by bundling up in as many blankets as possible. ]
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It appears so, [he replies, a faint note of puzzlement in his voice.] Odd, isn't it? One would think that in such a snowy place, the owners might have left more provisions for warmth. Perhaps they did not anticipate the cabin being rented so promptly.
[Or a certain Bard had other plans in mind. Who knows what goes on in his head at this point.
A subtle creaking sound interrupts their conversation. Zhongli's gaze shifts upward, noting the ageing wooden beams overhead. The weight of the accumulating snow is evident in the subtle groans and creaks of the cabin roof.]
It seems the snow is thickening above us, [Zhongli remarks, a touch of concern in his voice.] If it continues, we may need to remain in place for quite a while until the snow relents. We should consider all possibilities to ensure our comfort and safety during this unexpected stay.
[And then, a slight sigh.] I'm not sure where the others are resting, but I hope they're in a better predicament than ours.
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I don't know about the others, but Lady Furina mentioned that she would be lodging in Qingce Village. She's probably satisfying her sweet tooth with local delicacies at this very moment.
[ Neuvillette really wishes he was in Qingce right now, by her side where he belongs. He has only seen illustrations of the terraced fields of flowers there, but he imagines that mere drawings do not accurately convey their beauty and would like to see them with his own eyes. Qingce also has the best water in all of Liyue... though, to be fair, the bar isn't exactly high when most water from south of Bishui Plain has an unpleasant aftertaste of metals and sulfuric acid caused by all the mining in the region. The closer to the Chasm, the worse the water tastes. Another thing to judge Morax for, in the highly unlikely event of his full power returning to him.
Once they get out of here, he will be giving that bard some stern words about his poor choice of lodging. If Wangshu Inn was fully booked, why not arrange lodgings for all of them in Qingce instead of separating them? The village is a retirement spot for the elderly, surely there's plenty of room for a group. But he'll think about what he's going to say to Venti later; he has more important things to deal with right now. ]
...If the idea does not make you uncomfortable, we should share the bed. Two bodies will conserve heat more than one.
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Qingce Village truly is a remarkable place. [His voice takes on a nostalgic tone as he begins to explain the village's charms.] Lady Furina is in a much better place than we are. I hope she enjoys the golden hues of the setting sun, there. I find it quite a unique sight, especially with the chatter of villagers when they begin to settle in for the night.
[He catches himself, realizing that he might be veering into unnecessary detail.] Apologies, [Zhongli says with a faint smile, acknowledging his tendency to get carried away.] I tend to ramble when it comes to the beauty of places I hold dear.
[And the ones he does have a soft spot for. He often visits Qingce to see old friends and their progeny. Ah—Neuvillette's proposal to share the bed draws Zhongli's attention back to the present, and for a moment, he is surprised by the suggestion. However, considering the biting cold and the limited provisions, he soon considers the practicality of the idea. After a thoughtful pause, Zhongli nods.]
That is a pragmatic solution. If it's agreeable to you, then it is to me. Though, [he pauses, a slight slant to his eyebrows giving way to a frown.] I hope it won't make you uncomfortable. I understand the value of personal space.
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[ It's not ideal at all, but it's not like he has much choice in the matter. They're trapped in a cabin with a howling blizzard outside and a limited quantity of food and firewood inside. Pragmatism is the only way ahead, especially if it takes a long time before the weather relents and slows to a mild scatter of flecks. But if things take a turn for the worse, Zhongli's wellbeing should take priority, even at the expense of his own—although Neuvillette can't quite tell what manner of creature he is other than not a human or a true dragon, it's not unreasonable to assume that he is a being more fragile than himself. ]
Your words paint quite the picture of Qingce Village and take my attention away from the cold, somewhat. [ So he can't say he minds his rambling; he'll gladly take anything that helps him think about other things. The timbre of his voice is rather pleasant to listen to, as well. ]
I hope I get the chance to visit the village before it's time to return to Fontaine.
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Oh? [He can't help but be slightly encouraged.] I happen to have a good memory for stories, and I've had plenty of opportunities to travel. If you wish me to continue, I would be happy to.
[There's something on a wall, a carving in the wood from perhaps an adventurer who had been previously lodged here. Perhaps two, if the heart shape around the two initials says anything. Zhongli observes the shifting flames in the fireplace, casting dancing shadows across the groves. Neuvillette's pragmatism recognises the necessity of the situation. However, he can't shake a lingering concern for his companion's comfort.] If at any point you find the arrangement uncomfortable, please don't hesitate to let me know. Your well-being is of utmost importance, and we can explore alternative solutions, [Zhongli offers, his amber eyes reflecting genuine concern.] Our circumstances are not ideal, but we can make the best of it. Let us bask in the warmth for a while longer and then settle on the bed. It will be evening quite soon, I believe.
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I agree. This situation is far from ideal, but we ought to make the best of the situation we've been handed. A negative outlook will not improve our circumstances. [ It's spoken as he observes the way the dancing flames cast jittery shadows across the planes of Zhongli's face and make the amber of his eyes glint like a spark struck from flint. They don't catch one's attention the way Lady Furina does with her heterochromatic eyes with pupils like teardrops, but they are striking nonetheless. ]
Please, do continue; I am greatly interested in hearing more. In return, perhaps you would like to hear about some of Fontaine's unusual laws?
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Fontaine's unusual laws, you say? Consider me intrigued. [Zhongli's tone holds a mix of amusement and genuine curiosity. Not so much because of Fontaine's rigid red tape system, which is infamous all across Teyvat, but the feelings of the one person who is said to be the axis of the whole system regarding it.] Does the Chief Justice of Fontaine find certain laws within his jurisdiction peculiar?
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Two months ago, a law banning restaurants from serving pineapple on pizza was implemented. I personally found it pointless, but Lady Furina insisted on going forward with it; her reasoning for it is that the juices damage the structural integrity of the slice and create an unpleasant contrast between sweet and savory.
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Pineapple on pizza, [Zhongli muses, a thoughtful expression on his face as he curls a finger in front of his chin.] How interesting of a choice for regulation. It appears Lady Furina has a very discerning palate. From what I know, the challenge lies not just in creating a dish that satisfies the taste buds but also in managing the practical aspects of the ingredients. The chef would need to be quite experienced and precise—allowing the juices to flow from the pineapple but not enough to soggy the dough and ruin the texture of the fruit. Hmm, they would be fighting the very same recipe, to an extent. Perhaps a very low heat, for around 4 hours, would do the trick.
[He tilts his head, considering the intricacies involved.] Perhaps that particular law is not merely about restriction but also about encouraging excellence and skill. Do you enjoy pineapple on pizza, Monsieur?
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[ Compared to Lady Furina, Neuvillette is far less adventurous with food and he has never even been known to have given any sincere praise to the most renowned dishes made by the finest chefs in the land. On most days, he dines with Furina and eats whatever her personal chef has prepared for them that day, but when he isn't doing that he mostly eats soup (one of the few things he knows how to cook), or raw fish he keeps in a bucket in his fridge; as a creature of the sea, he does not have the palate of a human and vastly prefers fish, cephalopods, and other marine invertebrates over the majority of dishes humans typically consume. Pizza does not look appealing to him. ]
Personally, I don't see how this ban is of benefit to anyone. It would make more sense to ban alcohol, tobacco, or Fonta—a beverage known to cause kidney problems.
[ He is not exaggerating about the kidney problems. ]
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Ah, I see. [ Considering Neuvillette's dietary preferences, he smiles slightly.] Pizza is indeed a diverse and versatile dish. There's no universal agreement on what makes a perfect pizza. Perhaps you'll find one kind that's more to your taste if you're ever curious.
[The chief justice's practical and health-oriented perspective makes sense, and Zhongli appreciates it. It's thoughtful, and he understands wishing for people to be in their best of health.] You raise a valid point. Banning substances known for their adverse health effects might indeed have a more significant impact on the well-being of the populace. However, culinary preferences and dietary choices often have cultural and personal significance, and laws related to them can be subjective.
[He considers the matter further, leaning back and uncrossing and crossing his legs leisurely in front of the fire, enjoying the fire and adjusting his position on the cushion underneath him.] Do the laws undergo revisions often in Fontaine? Or not at all?
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[ Neuvillette knows that ideally, he should keep his knees pressed up against his chest to keep the heat loss to a minimum, but this position isn't a particularly comfortable one in to be in for more than a few minutes at a time—so when the man next to him crosses his legs, he finds himself stretching his own out, his calves tingling a little as circulation returns to them. He definitely isn't used to sitting on anything other than a cushy desk chair or the judge's seat in the Opera Epiclese.
Once Zhongli finishes adjusting his position on the cushion, the Iudex continues. ]
But given sheer size and complexity of Fontaine's legal system and its myriad rules, it can take years or decades for a law to be updated; some archaic laws are still on the books even though they should have been scrapped centuries ago.
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Ah, you have a rather intricate job in your hands, Monsieur, [he can't help but sigh at it, even if he remarks with a thoughtful smile.] It is a delicate balancing act of tradition and evolution. Even gods seem to have trouble with it, with what we know of them. Such endeavors must demand a careful examination of the societal fabric and an understanding of the changing of times. I must say, I do not envy your position but admire it nonetheless.
[He tilts his head, his amber eyes gleaming in the firelight.] I'm sure you have any memorable moments in your work. Perhaps for their uniqueness or perhaps their historical significance?
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[ Crossing one outstretched leg over the other, Neuvillette considers the question posed to him. He's handled tens of thousands of cases over these past centuries, with many of them standing out in one way or another. When it comes to historically significant cases, Vautrin standing trial for murder comes to mind—it was through his actions and Carole's self-sacrifice that the Melusines began to solidify their place in Fontainian society.
Ah, but perhaps that might be a little too dark to tell in front of a fireplace like this. He'll have to think of something less significant but still memorable in some fashion... ]
Sixty years ago, a man was charged with shooting another man in the stomach during a bar fight. His defense attorney, Beaussant, posited that victim had actually shot himself trying to withdraw his pistol while rising to stand. To prove his theory, Beaussant decided to give the court a visual demonstration of what he believed had happened. Selecting a pistol he believed to be unloaded, he then accidentally fired it into his abdomen as he pulled it out of his pocket.
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As Neuvillette recounts the events, Zhongli can't help but marvel at the intricacies of the human condition—the lengths to which individuals will go in the pursuit of truth and justice, or defend their own pride. Despite the seriousness of the situation, there's a certain irony in Beaussant's accidental self-inflicted wound, a twist of fate that adds layers of complexity to the narrative.
He sighs softly, a fleeting wish for a cup of tea to accompany this moment of shared storytelling crossing his mind. His gaze briefly drifts to the small kitchen in the corner of the cabin, contemplating the possibility of warming some water over the fire. However, the warmth of the fire and the enthralling tale being spun keep him rooted in his seat, fully immersed in the present moment.]
An accidental discharge in the courtroom, [Zhongli muses, his voice carrying a note of curiosity.] What happened next? Was Beaussant injured severely, or did the demonstration lead to a revelation in the case?
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[ He still remembers it clearly—Beaussant getting up on the stage, pistol in hand as he explained the sequence of events as he believed had occurred. Neuvillette had given him permission to proceed and watched him slide the firearm into his pocket. Seconds later, a loud gunshot cut through the air and everyone in the audience gasped as the man collapsed to his knees in agony, hand pressed against his abdomen in an attempt to stem the bleeding.
A member of the Gardes had been quick to administer first aid and he was then moved to the side room that had been converted into an infirmary for medical emergencies. The trial was suspended until immediately and Furina had simply watched in silence as the scene unfolded before her eyes; Neuvillette couldn't tell if she had been too shocked to say something, or if there was more to it.
Keeping his tone neutral, Neuvillette continues. ]
But although he was fatally wounded, his demonstration had proven his point and the defendant was acquitted of the charges brought against him.
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What a dramatic turn of events. [He shifts slightly on the cushion, his gaze returning to the dancing flames of the fire as he reflects on the implications of the story. The crackling of the fire fills the cabin with a comforting ambiance, enveloping them in its warmth while the snow raged outside. The sunset fills the snow at the peaks with orange light, gold, and reds. It's a beautiful scenery, and Zhongli can't help but appreciate it for a moment.]
Would you like some tea? [Zhongli inquires, his curiosity piqued.] I am curious as to how life proceeds after the trials in Fontaine. Do most people find themselves absolved of all suspicion, or do the trials leave a lasting impact on their reputation? I understand that the media are quite present in those, as well.
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(If convicted, however, the criminal record becomes like a millstone around the neck. Those who serve time in the Fortress of Meropide frequently find themselves unable to reintegrate with society and end up living in the sewers beneath the city.) ]
Tea would be lovely. [ There's the slightest curve to his lips as he nods. He may prefer water above all else, but Wriothesley has helped him cultivate a fondness for tea as well. ]
I brought a few bottles of water from Chenyu Vale. The high quality and purity of the springwater in the region should make it an excellent choice for tea brewing.
Now I wonder if he avoided him here lMAO
[The warmth in his voice rivals that of the fire before them.] Have you ever visited Chenyu Vale yourself? It's a place of incredible natural beauty and tranquillity, not to mention the source of some of the finest views this world has to offer.
I happen to have tea from the very same region. This is most fortuitous timing indeed. [He withdraws a small bag with herbs, and heads to the small stove at the corner of the cabin.] Would you be so kind as to bring the water, then?
GOOD QUESTION...
Damn, Venti, making peepaw unable to avoid the other peepaw
venti, probably: he's your problem now, old man
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Promptly ignores canon here (or am I)
sometimes you just gotta take canon out back and shoot it
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