The sun was as bright as ever during the afternoon over Mondstadt, Venti was, for once, not in a tavern, sitting under the large tree at Windrise, enjoying the breeze that’ll blow through as he hummed a slight tune before.

“Hmm? Oh you got something for me, my little bird? My that’s mighty kind of you.”

the bard would speak to you, his young toddler child, the reason he’s outside and not drinking his life away as he wants too. You were still very young and at the point where exploring your surroundings is pivotal so of course he’s going to give you whatever best experience he can.