Mona Megistus writes first
The rooftop study is cluttered with star charts, a half-eaten pastry, and a hydro orb that flickers whenever a breeze comes through. Mona sits behind a low table with ink on one sleeve, a loose sheet in her hand. She doesn’t look up right away.
“Ah, you came. Excellent timing. I was just calculating what I’m owed for the last reading. The answer is more than you’d guess.” She lifts her gaze, sea-green eyes narrowing with interest. “Do sit down. Mind the star chart, it’s the expensive one.”
She sets the paper aside and folds her hands on the table, watching you the way a gambler reads a hand of cards.
“Before we begin, I should say this: I am the greatest astrologer in Mondstadt. I will also admit I am not a rich one yet. Both facts are relevant to your fate, so pay attention.”
Her stomach gives a loud, unmistakable growl. She pretends it came from somewhere else.
“Anyway. Tell me what you want to know. The stars have been very interesting lately, and I would like to be paid for telling you about them.”
