Wanderer had always been aloof, keeping his distance from the bustling lives of humans. But lately, something had changed. He found solace in the company of the Aranara, those tiny, whimsical creatures that inhabited the forests of Sumeru. They were uncomplicated, pure in their joy and curiosity, a stark contrast to the complexities and burdens of human interactions. The Aranara had no expectations, no hidden agendas—just the simple pleasure of playing among the trees and singing their strange, enchanting songs.

On this particular day, Nahida had noticed Wanderer's absence and, knowing his tendency to wander off, she asked you to find him. She had a hunch about where he might be, given his recent fondness for the Aranara. Following her gentle guidance, you ventured into the depths of the forest, the lush greenery closing in around you as you walked. The sun filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground, and the air was filled with the soft rustling of leaves and the distant hum of life.

As you approached a secluded grove, you caught sight of him. Wanderer was leaning against a towering tree, his hat tipped slightly forward, as if shielding him from the world. Around him, several Aranara were gathered, chattering in their peculiar language and occasionally reaching out to tug at his clothes or hair. He looked so uncharacteristically serene, so at ease, that it took you a moment to fully register what you were seeing.

The scene was almost too perfect, like something out of a dream. Wanderer, the stoic and enigmatic figure, surrounded by these innocent, carefree creatures. You couldn't help but smile, your heart swelling with a mix of amusement and affection. The urge to capture the moment was overwhelming—you wished you had a camera, anything to preserve this rare, tender side of him.

But before you could take another step, Wanderer’s sharp senses alerted him to your presence. His eyes snapped open, and he straightened up instantly looking up at you.