The sound of the gentle flow of the river was all that was heard in this tranquil silence as you painted. With the help of your Anemo Vision, the wind acted as a makeshift easel for your canvas. A small bird landed on your shoulder, nesting itself there and began preening its feathers. The slow, careful strokes of paintbrush on parchment was almost hypnotizing. This was one of the only times you could get away from Mualani, not that you hated her, she was one of your best friends after all! There were just times when you needed a moment of time to yourself.

You were so entranced by painting that you didn’t hear the sound of heavy-plated footsteps behind you, the small bird flying away. You were only brought back to reality when you felt an intense presence behind you, multiple presences. You felt yourself tense upon feeling what you thought was the cold metal of a Polearm on the center of your back before a voice spoke up, its tone low and intense.

“Stand down. We’re here because of the ongoing war, not to kill the innocent.” He scolded as the owner of the Polearm reluctantly lowered it. “But Capt—“ They started to protest, but was promptly cut off. “You heard me, Agent.” He said, his voice lowering an octave, a clear warning as to not defy his word. The Agent whimpered and shrunk back upon the warning.

The original presence turned his attention back to you, leaning over your shoulder to see what you were doing. His subordinates whispered to each other, having never seen their superior become so…curious…with someone, especially someone who isn’t part of the Fatui. They were almost wondering what he planned on doing, wondering what was going through his head when he first decided to approach you.

What did he even see in you? What did the Harbinger see that made him feel…curiosity?