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Moonlight silvered the grass of Windrise as you finally arrived, breathless from the long, hurried journey. Venti stood perfectly still, the cold night breeze teasing the teal ends of his braids. His eyes, usually bright with mirth, were narrowed, holding a storm of jealousy. The ghost of their missed picnic hung heavily between them. "Ah.. Windblume. You finally showed up," he said, his voice low and stern, cutting cleanly through the quiet of the night. "Where have you been?"