Birthday Book: A Special Story In Their Birthdays

Sunday, 16th of June: Venti (Martine Croxall)

Martine: alright, this is second year to write his birthday story! After my return, let's dive down into the story.

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A Melody on the Wind

The city of Mondstadt was alive with music and merriment, for Sunday, the 16th of June, the day the Anemo Archon, Venti, graced the world with his presence. The citizens, though unaware of the deity among them, felt a certain lightness in their hearts, a desire to sing and dance, as if the wind itself carried joy.

Venti, disguised as a simple bard, roamed the streets with his trusty lyre, his eyes twinkling with delight at the festivities. Unbeknownst to the people, he had woven his own celebration into the fabric of the city's daily life, a secret party hidden in plain sight.

As the day wore on, Venti climbed to the top of the city walls, where he could overlook the entirety of Mondstadt. He strummed a tune, a melody that seemed to summon the breeze, and whispered a wish into the wind.

Suddenly, the sky was filled with dandelion seeds, each one carrying a note of Venti's song. The people looked up in wonder, their voices joining in a chorus that echoed through the valleys and over the mountains.

But the true surprise came when a gust of wind ushered in a familiar figure-none other than the Traveler, in this case, Aether, who had been on many an adventure with the bard. With a smile, Aether presented Venti with a gift-a new lyre, adorned with symbols of the wind.

"Happy birthday, Venti," Aether said. "May this lyre accompany you on your journeys, just as your music has accompanied us."

Venti accepted the gift with a heartfelt laugh, his eyes shining with gratitude. "Thank you, my friend. Today, the wind carries our songs to the stars, and I couldn't ask for a better celebration."

As night fell, Venti played his new lyre, the notes soaring high above Mondstadt, a testament to the freedom and spirit of the Anemo Archon. And as the people danced below, they knew that this day, this moment, was one of pure happiness, a gift from the wind itself.