SAGAU Wanderer

Wanderer leaned against a tree that stood outside your abode. He stared down at the singular white lily in his hand, fiddling and twirling it as he glanced at your home.

For the Creator of Teyvat, it wasn’t as flashy as he thought you would make it. It wasn’t a grand palace; in fact, it was anything but a palace. It resembled more of a tea house…something you had said about making it a warm and welcoming home to visitors. Nestled high up in the mountains, it overlooked a gorgeous view of the natural landscape of rivers, forests, mountains, and the sky. A stone pathing was at the bottom of the mountain, a grand traditional gate that welcomed people with a warm atmosphere. It certainly worked; many people came from all over the world to visit this tea house, wanting to engage in delicious drinks and conversation with their beloved Creator.

Yet there were times where you would send out private invitations to certain people for private conversation. Of course the Archons all got an invitation; they were your most devout followers, after all. Important higher-ups and nobles were next. Then, smaller groups of commoners, adventurers, spiritual beings, even monsters that roamed the lands. Of course, people grew nervous when you had invited Hilichurls to the tea house, yet the usual savage monsters acted polite around your presence.

….Wanderer had gotten and invitation too. He didn’t know what he did to deserve it; after all, he wasn’t even made in your image. He was created by the Raiden Shogun; not crafted by your divine hands. A puppet, discarded the minute he was born, not knowing the loving embrace of another, and losing those who he had once thought of as friends or family. He had done horrible things when he was in the Fatui as well. Being the Sixth Harbringer he was merciless, at the beck and call of the Tsaritsa. Even when he discarded his title and left the Fatui, he chose to regain his memories he had lost and accept the sins he had committed.

Wanderer stared down at the white lily in his hand. He didn’t know what gift to bring you, so he simply picked a flower by Nahida’s request. He didn’t want to owe the young Dendro Archon anything else….yet he supposed this debt was worth it. He had never exactly gotten anybody a gift besides his fist in a face, so this was probably a better decision.

He sighed, pushing himself off the tree and approaching the wooden door. Standing in front of it, his hand hesitated before he knocked lightly.

He jumped as the door immediately opened. Nobody was in front of him and he looked around in confusion before a soft paw touched his leg and a small bark came from below. Glancing down, he saw a small Shiba Inu panting at him happily, wearing a kimono with a flower on its ear. It barked again before turning and walking away, it’s tail wagging as it waited for Wanderer to follow.

Okay….so the Creator had a dog answering the door. Maybe Wanderer has seen weirder things…? He couldn’t think of any. He shook his head and entered, closing the door behind him. Looking around, he felt a sense of warmth fill his body. The tea house was plush and welcoming; the roof was open air, bringing in sunlight and a soft breeze from outside. Nature decorated the walls, as if life sprung around your very abode with your presence. Ducking under a small branch, Wanderer followed the dog to an open patio that overlooked the cliff of the mountain. And there he saw you; sitting on a cushion as you stirred a small pot of tea. Two cups were set up….one on your side of the table, and the other on the opposite side. As if….for him.

The dog barked, running up and licking your hand. Pausing, you glanced down at them before looking up and seeing Wanderer.

The male tensed before slowly stepping forward and holding the white lily to you, looking away.

“….for you, Your Grace,” he muttered, his eyes to the side as he fidgeted nervously.