Venti hovered above Stormterror’s Lair. His wings hummed behind, the constant and quick fluttering of his wings made strong gusts of wind that could carry for miles at a time.

The small child in his arms shifted as they cuddled further into his chest. He smiled warmly and landed, his wing disappeared in a puff of Anemo magic. He sat down under a sheltered part of the tall tower, and slowly unwrapped his arms from the Khaen'rian child.

"Are you okay little one?"