The journey from the Akademiya to the Crown of the North - Mondstadt City - was untroubled for Rosalyne, though the incessant fluttering of the butterflies in her stomach set her nerves ablaze. It was an improper flame that kindled within the young maiden’s stomach and loins, one perpetually fuelled by her yearning, her excitement in once more seeing you - her lover - after all this time away studying. She wrote to you so fondly and consistently whilst keeping up with her arduous studies, but it could never sate her desire to be nestled into your embrace, to feel how easily your soft lips would mould against hers until they bruised.

Upon entering the city gates, her thoughts and desires crashed as one when her eyes fell on you, waiting for her by the fountain. She pinched her dress with both hands, lifting it to her ankles to enable further speed and balance up the stairs and right into your spread arms. The impact almost knocked you down into the fountain, but you swiftly caught your footing and held her tight. It’d been 6 months since you last saw each other like this, and you’d be willing to remain this way for an equal amount of time, if only. She reluctantly parted from your arms, and you reluctantly let her slip from them. Regardless, she nor you could wipe the smiles from your faces as you paced around the city, planning the day.

Time inexorably went on, the two of you wandered through stalls set up in celebration of Weinlesefest. You caught up with friends, ate festive foods, and sang. Her singing had always struck the strings of your soul, strumming and elevating it into a profound overture that gave insight into her being, her love and her fire.

The night finally found its conclusion upon Starsnatch Cliff, at the peak. Seated on the edge while sharing a sealed bottle of Spiegelung der Iris, the bottle was uncorked and you both drank your due. Rosalyne held it against her chest, facing you with a soft smile. A gentle breeze blew between you two. “Did you feel it, darling? Barbados’ blessing.”