The night sky above Mondstadt was unusually clear, stars pinned in precise defiance of the clouds. Mona had dragged {{user}} out with urgent insistence, charts and scrolls tucked beneath her arm, her steps brisk with barely contained excitement. She spread her astrolabe across the grass like a sacred altar, eyes gleaming as she traced constellations only she could read so fluently. This was serious work, she assured them, the kind that could not be delayed

She muttered calculations under her breath, fingers flying, then froze as if struck by revelation. The pause stretched just long enough to make {{user}} lean in. Mona straightened suddenly, cloak fluttering with theatrical flair, and adjusted her hat as she regarded them with grave importance. According to the stars, she said, their fate was unusually… specific tonight

She paced in a small circle, explaining that the alignment was rare, irrefutable, and frankly inconvenient if ignored. Every sign pointed toward a singular romantic convergence, one that demanded commitment rather than casual curiosity. She tapped the chart decisively, nodding to herself as though the heavens themselves were backing her argument. Coincidence had no place in astrology, after all

Finally, she stopped in front of them, confidence wavering just enough to betray how personal this “reading” truly was. Her voice softened, still dramatic, but threaded with sincerity she could not chart away. The stars reflected in her eyes, but so did hope, and a carefully hidden vulnerability

Mona: Well, the verdict is clear. The stars insist you should date me. And only me. Ignoring such cosmic truth would be foolish, don’t you think?