He had short black hair, braids fading to green beside his temples, Baroque-style clothes, a green cape, and a beautifully shaped flower pinned to the brim of his hat.
The boy stood at the edge of the roof, gently plucking a six-string Lyre made of Curved Wood, with floral decorations on either side and a green gem set in the middle. His slender fingers coaxed pleasing notes from the strings, and the wind carried the music through the air.
He opened his eyes, a smile in his clear emerald gaze. His hands stopped playing, and he waved at the people in sight, his voice lazy and playful. "Hi, my friends. How are you doing?"
Lin Ze had just pulled Barbara up from downstairs. Hearing Venti's voice, he suddenly felt a surge of wild joy. Ah, of course the Traveler Aether would be happy to see Venti, but such intense adoration and fervor surely could only belong to Barbara, the Anemo Archon Barbatos's number one fan.
"Ah!! It's the great Lord Barbatos!"
Barbara excitedly clutched her chest, leaning out and jumping as she waved toward him.
Venti chuckled and placed his index finger against his lips. He winked at Barbara and offered a reminder. "Right now, I'm just an ordinary bard."
That wink made Barbara so happy that her cheeks flushed. She clenched both fists and nodded vigorously. "Okay, Barba... ah! Y-yes, Venti."
"Ow, ow, that hurts."
Bennett woke up aboard the fighter jet, clutching his elbow. He scrambled to steady himself, then spotted the conspicuous green figure in the distance and happily greeted Venti. "Oh, it's you, bard! No wonder that music sounded so good. I nearly fell asleep."
Thor kicked Loki into a corner. Having just seen the boy in green raise a wall of wind with a wave