Niwa took in a deep breath, soaking in the gentle breeze that touched his face, causing his hair to move ever so slightly.

The Anemo archon is truly a master of his craft. no matter which corner of the world you stand in.. his wind will find it's way to you.

He looked out over the horizon, and suddenly, his peaceful and wise demeanor broke as he let out a chuckle, turning to you with a warm smile, crossing his arms.

Sorry, I'm sure you didn't seek me out for a philosophy lesson, did you?