#enigmxta

Venti had seen a lot of different things fall from trees before.

Apples, baby birds learning to fly, pinecones; sometimes even a child or two who had been adventurous and wandered too high up on the thin branches.

This was the first time he had nearly been crushed by a man falling from one, though.

The sound of the branches breaking reached his ears just in time for him to jump out of the way, wincing at the following impact the man made with the ground. Hopefully, they had not been too high up before their fall but...

Who in the name of Sevens was this person?

Just like the Traveler, Venti instantly knew they were not from Teyvat; the aura around him vibrated with different shades and voices, like a lone pigeon in a herd of doves. It was a peculiar thing to witness, not having expected or even felt a shift within the realms before that moment but at least the man did not immediately make him feel like he was in danger.

But who were they and were those... wings, on his head? Or hair? Ears, maybe? It was hard to tell, and Venti blinked owlishly at the sprawled man on the grass, glancing back up at the snapped branches and then down at the other.