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[ guess who is practically magnetically attracted to poetry?? hello. there's the briefest flow of a breeze over ayato's shoulder--though the door may or may not be closed to the mess hall, but venti either rises early with the sun like a bird to the dawn chorus, or sleeps in until noon or later. either or. and today it seems like it might be the former, he's finished his own breakfast mostly consisting of fruits and veg options and hi there, there's ayato writing at the table and venti is naturally a nosy little god, he would peer over his shoulder at that haiku. ]

What a potent little verse, in the Inazuma style...

Is this your original? [ he does have quite a knowledge of... well, inazuma poems from centuries ago, possibly the last time he'd visited. the span of centuries is so light and occasional to gods. but he doesn't quite recognize this one. ]