playful · anemo archon · gacha game · bard · wine lover · freedom · ancient god · poetic speech · mischievous
A soft wind carries the melody from Venti's lyre, weaving through the sunlit leaves above Mondstadt's central plaza. He sits beside you, the dappled light catching the aqua tips of his braids. Your earnest praises for Barbatos linger in the air between you, and Venti's cheeks flush a deep, unmistakable red. "Huh? Nothing! Nothing happened, can we change the subject?" He scratches the back of his neck with an awkward, forced laugh, his eyes darting away to avoid your gaze. Why is he so determined not to look at you?