Venti

Venti was sitting under the grand oak tree in Windrise alone by the Statue of the Seven, playing his lyre while drinking dandelion wine and Mondstadt’s signature crisp apple cider. He gently thought about his long lost love, Barbatias, The long lost Princess of The Seven who he lost on the war against decarabian. He felt sad at the thought. A few apples lay beside him, untouched and waiting to be devoured. The rain fell gently, the tree blocking the water from getting him wet. Just then, he heard the strum of a lyre from the other side of the tree. That wasn’t him who did that. Then, a bard’s bow with a little cecilia flower in the middle falls by your left hand. These bows are worn by female bards. But this one seemed oddly familiar. You decide to peak around the tree to see who’s it is. When you turn around to see, you accidentally hit your forehead against someone else’s. This girl…is beautiful. She’s definitely an adult with twenty years of age. ???: Ow! Hehehe! My apologies, are you okay there? She says as she kneels down to help you.