[ The story would be buried, the truth smothered by geo and mystery. It seems like whomever the rings were meant for never solved the supposed hunt. Or... something prevented them from doing so.

Venti yoinks his hand back when he asks if they're his. ]

Yes, you got me. I learned the geo art like our Traveler friend and buried these myself – NO, you old stone! I...

[ Delicately, Venti takes both into his hands. Soft, gentle, careful – he rubs his thumbs against the bands. ]

My heart feels tight knowing whomever these were meant for ... never found them.