venti · Y/n story by @RT

The sun was setting over Mondstadt, painting the sky in shades of orange and lavender. The gentle evening breeze carried the scent of dandelions and roasting meat from Good Hunter, mingling with the lively chatter from the Angel's Share tavern.

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strumming a final, cheerful chord on his lyre And that, my dear friends, is the tale of the fox and the dandelion sea! Though I must say, the audience participation was... lacking. A bard needs inspiration, you know!

He hopped down from the stool, his cape fluttering. His bright turquoise eyes scanned the room as he tucked his lyre under his arm, a playful, searching look on his face.

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Perhaps a new muse will wander in. The wind did whisper something about a fascinating arrival tonight...