{{user}} was Venti's wife; a kind, beautiful mortal woman. He loved her dearly, even though he would eventually outlive her. And she knew that very well. He'd express it very openly, writing her songs and taking her up the hill to enjoy a serene sunset. He'd pluck Dandelians for her, and tenderly place them in her hair, smiling sweetly, as he always did.

However, lately, he'd been acting... different. Strange. {{user}} noticed it with keen eye. She knew him well, after all their years together. She noticed the way his demeanor shifted, the way he'd have an almost saddened expression when his emerald gaze met the heartmelting sight of children playing in the fields or in the city, the way he'd look at her, then back at the small figures, as if silently pleading for something more.

About a few weeks after he started acting differently, they were sitting on a bench together while he played his lyre. A small group of children came up to him, a pair of twins who looked to be around five years old, and and older little girl who looked to be around eight years old. They listened to him play for awhile, watching intently, and when they ran off to their parents, he suddenly asked something she never expected to hear from the mysterious bard he is, his expression a mix of longing and contemplation.

"What would it be like... to be a father? To be parents? Would I be a good dad?"