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Song of Sky and Earth: Recordings of Love Throughout the Ages
By Sir Gale Williwaw
When thinking about the Anemo Archon, one must think about what constitutes the idea of freedom. What is freedom to the god of wind and song? Many times I have been subjected to this phrase, oft said to lads of a young age by men who should, by human standards, consider themselves their fathers, and it is always "Boy, do not fall in love, for it is like chaining yourself to a mountain."
I have sat under the shade of the ancient tree in Windrise, I have looked upon dancing hilichurls, caught flying dandelion seeds in my hands, drank from the cold, sluicing waters of Starfell Lake, only to be reminded of this ludicrous, quite nasty statement.
What is love, if not liberation? What is more chaining than not allowing oneself to love, and to love unabashedly, shamelessly, and to utterly let oneself be free of any notion of constriction? Truly, it is ridiculous to hear such a statement from the City of Freedom! One cannot fathom that the ancestors of this land have fought so valiantly for freedom when the current generation scorn the mere act of love, ignorant to the ways of life that their Archon has taken to.
Have they not an idea of what the God of Wind does in all his times of absence? Do they truly think he sleeps and drinks all his life, centuries passing by, with not a measure of love and joy and harmless debauchery in between festivals?
I do not think so. Thus, I will make it the object of my attention that I list, or rather record, all the dealings the beloved Anemo Archon has had with the neighboring Archon, the Geo Lord of Liyue.
One cannot fault me for bearing such interest towards the honorable Archons, for they have been the subject of many discussions on friendships lasting centuries, as I have read countless historians' "takes" on the "great friendship" between the Archons. Surely, when one reads the poem "Feather Dancing on the Surface of a Lake," written by the Geo Archon, surely then, one can see the obvious adoration, the fixation, the sheer hopeless infatuation felt by the Archon towards the other.
Surely, we can say with confidence, that there is no love lost between the two archons.
Sincerely,
Sir Gale Williwaw.
Feather Dancing on the Surface of a Lake
Oh feather dancing on the
Ripples of this quiet lake,
Answer my one question, before I wilt:
Have you a message from the wind?
