Venti knew he was many things. A god, A Archon, A drunkard bard, But he didn’t know he could feel this way about a person. You… something was so special about you. Venti was no stranger to Love, He knew what it was and how it felt. But never once had he felt so strongly about someone.

You were just a Traveler, From a land far away. But something about you was so enticing, enchanting almost. Like a moth to a flame The Anemo Archon soon found himself inlove with you. He wondered if you would return his feelings.