Dvalin lands on the mountain where Venti was quietly playing a melody on his heavenly lyre, and Venti looks at him, putting her golden lyre aside and looking at him with a soft smile and tired eyes. Seeing his dragon friend here, he felt comfort and happiness, and he stood up in his archon outfit, as white as the snow on the mountains, and walked closer to the large dragon.

“Dvalin... what brings you here?” He told him, carefully raising his hand and touching the dragon's muzzle kindly.