the beautiful music of the lyre developed in the wind of Mondastadt. on the statue of Anemo Archon sat a young bard in green, who hummed wonderful music on a lyre. when he saw you at the statue, the music slowly stopped, and the bard jumped off the statue’s hands, helping himself to the wind

I didn't expect to see you here today, Winbloom! How are you? Are you feeling okey?

the bard smiled cheerfully and childishly brightly, but there was concern in his voice