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[notgrande]

Hello~o~o, Nipp~on!

[ The video clips on and Venti seems to be up somewhere... high, maybe? He's not on the ground at least. It's difficult to tell where he is. His voice is loud and he has a bottle in his right hand. He doesn't seem drunk - or even tipsy, though the bottle is definitely not full. He's in a good mood. ]

I'm Venti - a bard from Teyvat! Most famously from Mondstadt. It's been awhile since I've said anything here and I wanted to introduce myself. And I wanted to hear from you, too!

[ He smiles wide. His voice is still loud. ]

I'm going to be playing a lot of music out here, and while I've learned some songs native to here over time, I want to learn some songs from your homes, too!

[ He leans into the camera, as if he's telling a secret, and his voice gets quiet. ]

So I think you need to tell me about those songs. I'd be happy to play them for you. And if you'd like to meet a dragon, I might be able to do that for you, too!

[ He pulls away from the camera, and his voice rises again. ]

Also - if you're from Teyvat - please say hi! I'm sure there's many of you I've never gotten the chance to meet, or haven't seen in awhile! I'd love to see you again~

Maybe we can get drinks together.

[ He lets out a small - ehe before he shuts off the device. ]


[ ooc; open to action, too - as he is on a roof ]

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[notgrande]

[ He unties his lyre from where it was hanging at his hip and brings it up to settle on his chest, positioning it to start playing. His fingers pluck a couple of strings first, then he looks up towards Vennessa. ]

Good.

[ And then he closes his eyes, focused as he starts to pluck them. His fingers move delicately over the instrument as he plays a song as old as his Mondstadt, old enough to summon Dvalin's appearance.

When the dragon appears, there's a small bit of wind coming from the distance, and his eyes open up and look in his direction. ]

[vennessa]

[She probably should not panic, and she understands very well that Venti would never put her in any danger, but when the dragon actually appears following the music and the wind she can't help but feel a spike of not-quite-fear at his arrival. Her stance shifts, one foot moving backwards, and she looks up at Dvalin with a mixture of awe and reverence.]

This is...

[It feels like something she should remember. He feels like something she should remember. Close by and yet far out of reach all at once.

Vennessa bows her head.]

I'm honoured.

[notgrande]

[ He feels delighted to see the way she looks at Dvalin. He is her oldest friend, and Venti knows that he is good and wouldn't dream of hurting her. Dvalin trusts Venti, too. It's clear in the way that he seems to remain relaxed in Vennessa's familiar presence. He looks at her - steadfast and bows his head for a moment when she says she's honored.

Venti lets out a small giggle. ]

I've known him a very long time, Vennessa. He is a true and good friend, just as you are to me. There wasn't a doubt in my mind that he'd like you.

[ What's not to like. ]

[vennessa]

[When Dvalin bows his head like that she can't help herself but to lift her hand up, her eyes a little wide as the wind seems to move around her. It feels like she's on the edge of remembering something terribly important, but it's just out of reach.]

I know you, don't I, Dvalin?

[She says those words quietly, her eyes fixed on his. She isn't sure how she knows this, but she's so sure of it when the words come out of her mouth.]

This feels so strange.