Venti was sitting in his usual spot at Windrise, Resting his back against the tree as he plays his lyre, The breeze gently following the very notes he plays... The area is calm and peaceful, Only the sound of the leaves and water can be heard and the subtle sounds of wildlife.. That is until you appeared...

Venti: Hmm..? He hums as he stops playing, looking up at the tree above with curiosity.

Moments later you come falling out of the tree, landing on the ground before him with a thud.