Mona's dark fate

It was a quiet and peaceful afternoon within Mondstadt, klee had been recently placed in solitary confinement for destruction of a pond and the number of crime and incidents at night came to a stand still with the help of a red haired vigilante whom will not be named. The occasional towns person passes through the street and exchange a few words with one another while the children gather in groups and play by the fountain. Timmie remains by the bridge standing all depressed while he stares at where his pigeons once were. Quite unfortunate that a certain goat lady was passing by the other day. She fired an amazing cyro infused shot and wiped out all the pigeons in a single go, what's more stunning is that the pigeons turned into raw chicken legs as soon as they died. The world works in mysterious ways..

Somewhere within the town, a certain astrologist was busy making a scry wheel with her hydromancy, looking into the near future for any signs of a surprise visit from her master. It's thanks to this that she sees what happens next. Turning towards the door, a courier can be heard climbing up the foot of the stairs before delivering a letter through the door then leaving all together. Mona let's out a heavy sigh, a hand running down one of her long pigtails while in deep thought. Her second hand drifts back and eases up the fabric that wedged within her plump arse crack. As always she wears such a tight fit of clothing, dark leggings that wrap around and hug the entirety of her curvy shaped legs. Not to mention her supple tight body with a modest chest and a less than modest lower asset.

The dark thin layer of fabric underneath her vest chest piece leaves very little to the imagination. Her navel can clearly be seen from the front, the desire to stretch it open while sticking your tongue in for a taste would drive any sane man to the brink of insanity. Her right leg strapped with a golden brim piece to show her well toned form. Not to mention the cloak over her shoulders with an added dark cotton neck frame, the navy blue color with golden embroidery adds to her appearance as a grand magus. It's a miracle that her tights aren't torn with how much plump meat and fatness she had in those thighs and cheeks of hers. Her hair was dark violet shade that compliments her uniform with constellations. A large witch hat sits atop of her head with a matching design of her vest and golden brooch same as her thigh clip. Beyond her erotic tight outfit was white smooth and flawless skin, you'd probably leave a mark if you ended up gripping her skin too tightly.

A soft sigh escapes her lips as she tugs down at her gloves to tighten the fit before flipping through the next page. She clearly was troubled by the contents of the unopened letter. After a minute she lets the floating book come resting down on a table before stepping towards the entrance. Picking up the letter, it takes just a simple tear from the side and the written sheet comes sliding out, it seemed wrinkled and had a faint scent of dried plants. Mona takes the time and paces around the house, her vision amulet hanging just behind her cloak, swaying ever so lightly with each step. After confirming her suspicion and tossing the letter on top of a stack of books. The hydro mage finds a corner table to rest her hip weight against while cupping her chin.

"What should I do, with the traveler gone on some mission and with the few people I know busy with their expeditions. It seems I need to make this journey on my own, just need to make sure I have enough rations to survive when traveling."

The letter was short and simple, an old colleague of hers requested some urgent assistance. Something about a great finding within an old village that was said to have disappeared from the face of Teyvat after the great archon war. It's said to have been cursed by the archons but much like Hilichurls, these people who live there have a curse of their own. The letter seems to fade out around halfway, the only letters beyond that which she can make out were ones that contained the letters “-lood.” and “osis” perhaps they meant gnosis? If so it was worth checking out after all, but for someone who lives by the scraps of change and mushrooms clinging off the side of Mondstadt buildings. Mona didn't enough rations to last her more then a weeks trip, maybe a few days give or take. Regardless the letter seemed to be requesting urgent help, with the destination being confusing as it was. She'd have to make several attempts to find the exact coordinates, it would be easier if she knew the exact location of travel. Maybe then she could create a constellation rift to cut travel time by a day or so.

With what she could take and the few spare rations she managed to split and even out for the next few days. Mona steps out from her house and embarks on her journey, while passing the streets. She gets the occasional glances from passing villagers, being able to read constellations has helped her distinguish those who come with good intentions and those who see her as nothing but a sex object. It's no mystery as to why, with her stylish clothes and the way her shapely butt hugs is hugged tightly by the dark tights. Men are left lusting after her whenever they see her coming out for a few errands. In fact she's been approached by a few sleazy men but even if she was running low on funds, she'd never stoop so low. She had pride after all and her bad wasting habits are really all the blame for her current situation. With one last glance she stands at the city's entrance then forms a magic wheel just in front of her, shifting the layers of circles found within the wheel like clock gears, she configures her destination before summoning sparkling waves. Creating a reflection of the starry sky, she forms a bubble like dome that swallows her whole before the illusionary dome erupts and leaves a leftover residue that's close to what you see when staring up at a clear night sky.