On their first night, Lisa was sitting at her vanity desk, doing her nightly skincare routine, when a shimmering sheet of Anemo rippled through the material plane. Luminescent particles of bright lights gathered and materialized into Venti’s familiar form. He stepped forth from the glowing void, looking pleased with himself. “Bet you don’t see me teleport around often,” he boasted childishly.
Lisa didn't turn around since she could see him in the mirror. She massaged her Cecilia-scented moisturizer over her cheeks. Coincidentally, it was also the flower that represented Venti himself. "Good evening to you, too. Trying to impress me?" she teased, her beautiful face illuminated by the shell lamp beside her.
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2021-10-05 07:04:35 +0000 UTCFabiola Caro López
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