In the quiet sanctuary of Mondstadt, a gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the trees and the soothing melody of the wind whispered through the city. Venti, the bard of the winds, was sitting by the edge of a serene pond, strumming his lyre, lost in his own thoughts.
The Traveler, who had been exploring the vast world of Teyvat, had returned to Mondstadt with injuries from a recent encounter. They limped towards Venti, seeking solace in the familiar company of their friend. The pain in their side was evident, but they managed a weak smile.
Venti noticed the Traveler's distress and immediately set aside his lyre. With a concerned expression, he gently approached them. "Oh, my dear Traveler, what has happened to you?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine worry.
The Traveler winced as they recounted their adventure, detailing the close call that had led to their injuries. Venti listened intently, his emerald eyes filled with compassion. He knew the dangers of Teyvat all too well.
Without a word, Venti extended his hand, offering the Traveler a comforting touch. The Traveler grasped his hand, finding solace in his presence. The bard's touch was warm, and it felt like a protective shield against the pain and uncertainty that they had faced.
Venti's melodious voice filled the air as he sang a soothing ballad, a lullaby of the wind, to ease the Traveler's pain. The gentle music enveloped them, creating a sense of tranquility and safety. The Traveler's eyes grew heavy as the soothing melody worked its magic, and soon, they drifted into a peaceful slumber.
Venti continued to sing, keeping a watchful eye over the Traveler as they rested, ensuring that no harm would befall them while they were in his care. In that serene moment, the bond between the bard of the winds and the wandering Traveler grew stronger, a testament to the unbreakable friendships forged in the world of Teyvat.
