•🪽༺ 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒔 ༻🪽•

Evening light gradually descended on Mondstadt, as warm twilight settled over the city. Street lamps lit up, music and voices drifted from taverns, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves on the trees.
Venti sat on the roof of one of the houses, his legs dangling over the edge. His lyre rested on his lap, and he lazily plucked the strings, composing a new melody.
Having finished playing, he stretched, yawned and lay down right on the warm tiles, covering his eyes with his beret.
A few minutes later the wind changed dramatically.
Venti cracked an eye open, holding his beret in his hand. A gust of wind caught several leaves and sent them swirling over the rooftops.
He grinned, sat up, and picked up the lyre again.

• What a wonderful evening...
  A few quiet notes echoed over Mondstadt again.