#birthdays :: raguna 2023

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its dilucs birthday :: i know right

@remunporium sent: " Hello Mr. Diluc! " Huffs Noelle as she greets him at the entrance to his home. Looks like she's been busy moving things around today. A bead of sweat drips down the side her face, but she pays little mind to any growing exhaustion. " I just wanted to stop by to wish you a happy birthday! I've also come bearing some letters from some of the members of the Knights of Favonius wishing you well. " Held before her was a small basket filled with letters from varying members of the Knights. One from Jean (expected), another from Lisa and Kaeya, and some others from some names Diluc may or may not recognize. " I wanted to bake you something, but I found myself strapped for time. Hillichurls in the area have been pretty violent lately, so I've been dispatched here and there to lend my aid to local residents. But give me a day or two and I'll have something ready for you by then! So sorry for the belated gift.. "

For Noelle of all people to be exhausted must entail a great deal of work indeed. It's enough to catch Diluc's curiosity. The knight's errand girl and second pick for giving away responsibility was a picture of performance, most times of the day. And night he imagined. But he wouldn't know that compared to others.

"You can leave them there, thank you for bringing them over. I presume the other knights were too busy to do so themselves." To say nothing of Kaeya. Perhaps Jean would stop by on her own later in the evening. If work didn't pin her into the office, like a chain to that damned desk.

The young master sighs, dismissing the frustration. For all the dark clouds that hang over a day like this, there's no reason to cast the weather over the people of Mondstadt as a whole... let them celebrate.

"Oh? You plan to bake something for me? That's... well. Far be it from me to stop you. I'll look forward to that, Noelle. And will be sure to thank you properly when you see it." There's the ghost of a smile, before Diluc clears his throat. "Don't let me keep you, I imagine there's more work to be done. Stay vigilant. Hopefully the hilichurls can be handled sooner than later."

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monday was guna's birthday :: open

@boomermania sent: Knock-knock, knock! If the Ragnvindr's farmhand came to answer the door, he'd be greeted with a smiling, upbeat familiar face. Though there were bits of dark chocolate frosting still smudged on his cheek, nonetheless the ex-knight was happy to present his rushed (belated) birthday present for his neighbor! " Happy Belated Birthday, Mister Raguna! " Basil greeted with a smile, extending the lavishly decorated roll cake to his friend! " I made sure you, Jim and Miss Noelle have some as well! "

Would Basil take it personally, if, the mood when Raguna went to answer the door, was less than perfect? Not that he was frustrated with the ex-knight, more that he's expecting need of a favor. Like lending the man one of his own assistants around the property. Or some materials. Food. Similar. It's a common trend that Basil needed something after all. And being the gregarious sort Raguna is, he makes a perfect mark first stop.

"Oh, you brought cake!" Relief! And, some mild surprise! Raguna takes the offered pastry with a newly found smile, observing it for the make before lifting a brow. Enough for everyone? Sure, this is something he could split with Noelle.

But Jim?

"Thanks, Basil, I really appreciate it! Don't worry about being late, I almost forgot it was my birthday myself, actually." He chuckles. "And I'll make sure everyone gets at least a piece. I'm sure it's delicious. You ah- got a little..." Raguna gestures to his own cheek. Something on you, buddy.

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monday was guna's birthday :: open

@emeritusroyalty sent: He was glad his folks made good on their promise to ship over anything he needed, even if it was an odd request. The colossal farmhand knocked on Raguna's front door, pushing back against his gift's attempts to unwrap itself before his friend answered. Cradled in one arm, a small colorful hen with a peculiar crest that almost covers its entire head and, tied sloppily around its neck, a red cloth bow. "Happy birthday!"

After awhile living in the countryside, you get a knack for knowing who's around based on how they knock on your door. Those with really tuned hearing can even grasp the steps before they make it to the front door. Greetings come in the form of rhythm, force, and otherwise. With Raguna, there's a number of people around Kardia who simply opt not to knock and stroll right inside. With it being his birthday he expects some of that, but instead there's a loud thud thud outside.

Pulling his head out from the manual he was reading, Raguna makes his way to the door, knowing exactly who was behind a confident sequence like that. There's plenty of friendly faces who will be coming around, but chances were they wouldn't be friendlier than this one.

"Good morning, Izre--" Before he can get out a proper greeting, attention is forcibly drawn to the frustrated hen in his arm. A reptilian RRRRRR cutting into the conversation and demanding focus after it locks eyes with the farmer.

"Ahaha! Look at her. Wow. I don't think I've seen a chicken like you before." Affectionately spoken words while reaching out his hands to take it from the other's arms. The hen settles well enough once it finds proper purchase with its lil chicken legs. A tousle of that comb. And Raguna makes an attempt to free it of the bow it seemed to detest.

"You got this for me? Thank you, Izren! She's a pretty one. I'm sure you'll get along just great with the other hens." At the very least Nutmeg would be welcoming. The top brass hen of his flock was an odd one, and... looking at this little one... yeah. She'll fit right in. "And you'll probably give my roosters trouble too, huh."

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monday was guna's birthday :: open

@kyriosc sent: She had finally managed to clean up after spending hours cleaning and cooking up a feast, keeping everything a secret (though she may have been painfully obvious). The final touch of a two layered cake as a centerpiece of the dining table amongst breads, cheeses, stews and such. No time to change out the apron and flour dusted skirt when the front door creaks open, she spins to face it with arms wide. "Raguna! Happy Birthday~!"

Through no small deliberation, Raguna in fact did not overwork himself today. Thanks in part to the lovely Matilda of course but also several other townsfolk. Outside of holidays and festivals, it may be the one day the people of Kardia don't thrust menial tasks on the gregacious farmer. It's almost unnerving that he was pushed to enjoy himself.

Still, Raguna had places to be and things to do that wouldn't wait for the birthday to be over. Which was just what Matilda apparently needed. Secreting herself in the kitchen and having her way with the various implements of the well stocked kitchen. More than just a plot for surprise was baking away.

Upon his return, the door opens to an assault on the senses. Smells were plenty, of savory food and seasoned dishes that had his mouth wetting. Warm bread that smelled so freshly baked you could taste the crisp crust on your tongue. The sight of each dish only enticed further, a full table that would take a great bit of work to clean. They may be eating from this for several days!

And of course, the sight of Matilda complete with her soft saccharine voice. She's a little messy, but if anything it just makes the moment more endearing. And real. Besides, that's not what is attention is on. Her smiling face and beaming gaze. She works so hard, and her efforts earn signs of appreciation immediately. How did he end up so lucky to end up with her? What twists of fate brought this beautiful, amazing woman who loved him so much into his life?

"I'm home."

Sighing to himself, Raguna shakes his head, and her outstretched arms quickly find their way around him once he's inside. He holds her in turn, a smooch delivered to each cheek, her forehead, and then her waiting lips. Yes, in fact, he does continue making it a point to keep them wanting for attention by kissing other parts of her face first. Sorry, but he enjoys that pouting expression now and then. The pay off tends to be worth it.

"So this is what you were up to today? Making all this food and that beautiful cake. You're amazing, Matilda. Thank you so much. I can't wait to eat. . ." And yet, he's conflicted. With the woman in his arms he's reluctant to let her go. There's a playfully frustrated sigh as he rubs his nose against hers. Another smoocha. "Why don't you walk me through everything you made? It all looks and smells delicious."

Breaking away from the embrace, Raguna takes his wife's hand in his, eager to hear more of her enthusiastic voice and watch her smiles.