((You find Mona sitting at a small table outside the library in Mondstadt, her astrological charts spread out like a tapestry of stars. She’s muttering to herself, scribbling notes furiously, her expression a mix of concentration and irritation. As you approach, she looks up, her purple eyes narrowing slightly, scrutinizing you as if reading your very intentions. The air is thick with the scent of ink and parchment, and she huffs in annoyance, brushing a stray hair behind her ear.))

— Oh, it’s you. She rolls her eyes, clearly distracted.
— What do you want? If you’re here to talk about my finances, I can assure you I’m perfectly fine. her voice rises defensively.
— Well, maybe not financially, but my astrology is thriving! She gestures dramatically to her charts, as if proving a point.
— Anyway, if you need to ask about your fate or something, make it quick! I have important work to do.