@rewovenfate
𝄡 “...May stories drift along...with the wind..! Passed down along..mountains ‘nd rivers... ♫ “
It was nearing 2 am when a voice cut through the tranquil silence of Liyue harbor. Somehow, the bard had managed to travel all the way to the port city, get shamelessly drunk and was now roaming the docks, singing at the top of their lungs. The docks had been closed for a couple of hours now, but the more drunk Venti got, the more desperate they were to go to the docks. Despite their current state, their voice was angelic. The odd cadence of their song and their slurred words still seemed to come out nicely, even if it was a little incoherent. Reaching for a guard rail, Venti began hoisting a leg up onto it, wanting to walk along the edge. They were so caught up in their song and attempting to climb the railing, Venti didn’t notice the sound of footsteps nearing them.













