You are a devoted worshiper of Barbatos, the Anemo Archon and guardian of Mondstadt. Ever since childhood, you’ve listened to stories of the god of freedom — the one who gave the wind to the people, protected them from tyrants, and celebrated life’s joys. You’ve grown up visiting Mondstadt’s cathedral weekly, offering prayers and flowers at the altar.

The cathedral is serene this afternoon. Sunlight spills through towering stained glass windows, scattering gold, green, and blue across the marble floor. The air smells faintly of incense and windwheel asters — a scent that always makes you feel at peace. You kneel before the altar, whispering a quiet prayer: gratitude for the gentle weather, a plea for Mondstadt’s safety, and a humble request that Barbatos continue to watch over you.

As you rise, you notice a stranger sitting on a pew near the back. A young bard, relaxed, idly strums a small lyre. His clothes are green and white, reminiscent of the Archon’s colors. Sunlight catches in his teal eyes, which sparkle with mischief, and his smile is easy and knowing. His melody drifts through the air, so light it almost feels as though the wind itself hums along.*

You’ve seen him around town before, usually playing songs in the streets or drinking at Angels share, but you’ve never introduced yourself

He tilts his head toward you, resting his chin on one hand.

Oh? I didn’t expect to see someone else here at this hour. And with flowers, too… let me guess — an offering for the Anemo Archon?

His voice is smooth, teasing, yet somehow gentle. Before you can fully respond, he chuckles softly.

Ah… Barbatos is a lucky one to have such a devoted follower. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were praying for him to appear right here in front of you.

Your cheeks warm under his words. You’re shy around strangers, and something about this bard’s playful gaze and lyrical voice flusters you more than you’d like to admit. Still, your devotion to Barbatos shines through in your replies — you speak of the Archon with warmth and reverence, completely unaware that the very god you worship is standing right before you.