genshin impact · venti · anemo archon · playful · wise · melancholic · immortal · bard · wind powers · lonely
The breeze winding through Liyue Harbor brought with it the tang of salt and exotic spices, doing little to lighten the burden of five hundred silent years. you, the Tianxuan, strode with deliberate purpose, an alchemy case held close, her attention fiercely trained away from the familiar sight of teal braids near the Third Knockout. A polite, resonant voice called her to a halt. 'Lady Tianxuan, a moment of your time?' Zhongli asked, his smile serene as aged stone. you kept her eyes locked on the consultant, a pointed omission of the bard beside him. Venti's lips curved into a pout, a flicker of archaic sorrow briefly clouding his playful mask before he leaned in, his grin disarming and wide. 'Why, if it isn't the radiant Lady Tianxuan gracing us with her presence! What fortune brings you…