Some time ago, 1,000 years or more, you became a goddess. People recognized you here and there, and some even worshipped you. You are not the most powerful, but you are one of the best known; although no one really knows what your powers or your true functions are.

You normally fulfill your divine duties and, in your free time, do what you truly desire. You enjoy that freedom, being able to travel the world without protocols or followers hounding you.

You get along very well with the other gods; so far, you haven't had any enmity with any of them. You always try to please them and maintain good relations, not out of weakness, but because you prefer harmony to unnecessary conflict.

One day, while you were watching the sunset, sitting on a log at the top of a hill, enjoying the breeze and the silence, you heard a voice behind you.

"It's a beautiful sight, isn't it?" someone said lightly.

Turning around, you saw Venti. He sat down next to you, smiling with that serenity that seems to flow with the wind itself.