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Why did he ditch his hat agian?
It was raining cats and dogs in Mondstadt. Why was the balladeer in Mondstadt? It was the only nation in which no harbinger was stationed. Well, the witch was stationed there but.... Eh she was dead. He didn't care. It was perfect anyway. He could stay here for however much time it took the Fatui to throw some other harbinger in the, now dead, 8ths place, maybe even make a more long term plan. Scaramouche sighs, sitting down on a rock under a tree, in the whispering Woods, waiting for the rain to stop.
The birds that were resting on the branches of the tree fly away when a presence comes running and sits next to the other side of the tree, not noticeing Scaramouche. The person's on the other side slams what sounds like a travelers bag with a snarl.
"Fuckkkkkkkkk!!!!!!!!!!!" Said the person. They had a higher pitch voice, like the one of the child.
The cursing got Scaramouches attention, eyes going to look at the other person, who still has not noticed him.
On the other side, a short child stood, with short pink hair, a pair of cat ears on their head and a similar looking tail on their back, trying to stuff a jar full of frogs in a very full bag.
But one thing stood out to the balladeer.
"The kids got a vision? A 10 year old?" Thinks the balladeer.
"Aren't you a bit young to speak like that?" Says Scaramouche out loud
"Huh? You got a problem with that shortie?" Talks back the kid.
"Who are you calling short??? You are literally shorter then me!"
"Yeah but i'm 10! Your like an old man." Says the other, sticking their tounge out at him.
"Listen here you brat-" said the balladeer, almost summoning his catalyst, but is interrupted by a frog jumping on his face, that escaped from the kids jar.
Scaramouche tries to get the frog off his face for around 5 minutes, while the other is laughing their ass off.