[video un: dandelionwine] at our next merry meeting away in the sky.

[concierto]

[The video starts with a tall tree and collection of bright stars above as Venti is pointing the device upwards. The night sky is sparkling with bright nightly colours. The video pans down wildly to show feet dangling from one branch. One brown loafer shoe just barely hanging on by a toe. Then a weepy voice sings along with a soft sad melody...]

An arbor of flowers and a kettle of wine... Alas in the bowers no companion is mine.

[The shoe falls from his foot and hits the ground below. Only to be met with a huff and whine as the one in the tree starts to sip from a large wine bottle. The camera pans up again with the view of the whole bottle before there is a glimpse of Venti's face as he sips it.]

Then the moon sheds her rays on my goblet and me... And my shadow betrays we’re a party of three.

Party of three...! Your poem is the worst! Just terrible...!!

[Venti sighs...]

See the moon–how she dances in response to my song. See my shadow–it dances so lightly along... While sober I feel, you are both my good friends. ...While drunken I reel, our companionship ends...

[A soft sob as Venti takes another big sip of wine and lets the lonely ache overtake his singing. The camera pans down again as he's unable to finish the last few lines of a poem that Zhongli wrote him. Now that his old friend is gone.]

You and the curious starshine too... how boring...

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[hor]

[ Horus himself is a falcon, in some ways. His wings are hidden away right now, but as a god, he's depicted as a bird more often than he is human-- and when human, still with the falcon head. ]

I am a god in a world not my own with none of my goals pursuable. If I don't follow curiosities, what else am I going to do with my time?

[ Horus has absolutely no hesitation in telling people he's a god. A few people have recognized him by name, and he hasn't found worshippers or enemies so it doesn't seem a threat. They're all the same here. Horus sits down next to Venti, and Pet goes to sit on Venti's other side. A few birds in a tree, nbd. ]

[concierto]

[Wow- same hat! Venti is often likened to that of a bird too! A smarmy little songbird but still- a bird!]

Ehe? Oh, what's this? Did you say you're a god? That's quite brave of you to admit without a bat of an eyelash.

[Venti looks pleasantly delighted at this fact, though. His eyes glittering and the heat in his cheeks making him blush from all that wine.]

Tell me, how are you a god? Can you prove it?

[hor]

What should I hide it for?

[ There's nothing really to gain from him here- he has no abilities that shine above others, same as everyone else. ]

I have wings. My fingernails are made of gold. [ he holds them up to show his nails. Surely enough, they are gold throughout- it's not polish. ] Though it would seem this place has taken away most of other godly traits same as anyone else, so it means nothing here.

[ And if anyone tried to farm him for his gold nails or silver bones, he'd be pretty embarrassed if he lost that fight. He's been training his whole life to overtake a god of war, after all. His battle prowess and training haven't been relieved of him even if his godly strength has. So he's got nothing to hide. He stretches his arms above his head. ]

A sky god who can't fly isn't very believable, hm...