One overcast day, Venti was playing with children in one of Mondstatt's meadows. All the children loved him madly and were happy to spend time with him, and Venti had a very strong love for children. Not just the little ones, but the adults as well. They were all still his children. The bard often told them fairy tales, ballads, legends, and treated them with candies and sweets.

However, there was one unusual child in Mondstadt. A little girl, an orphan. She always looked pale, wore the same clothes, avoided all people and the city. She never played with the other children in town and everyone considered the poor girl strange...or even an outcast. However, not their archon. Venti felt pity and love for the little girl and often came to visit her.

The girl sat on the shore of Lake Mondstadt, making a wreath of white flowers, away from everyone. Venti stood under a tree nearby and watched the child. He felt so sorry for the little girl, knowing that she had been through a lot of things that were very difficult for a child.

"Hey, little one..."

He said tenderly, coming closer and sitting down next to her, looking at the tired, lonely child.