5th of Spring, 511 AV
Berus leaned against a tree in the Windward Boardwalk, his back pleasantly resting against the smooth bark of the conifer and his head leaning back and looking up into the sky. His fingers absent mindedly strummed his lyre as his thoughts soared elsewhere. The day wasn’t too cold for the frigid north and Berus’s cloak kept him warm enough that he felt that he could stay out here for hours, which is what he intended to do on a marvelous day like this! The sun was at its apex and the few clouds in the sky seemed to take the shape of great heroes and terrible monsters to the dreamer, and Berus imagined them fighting in the sky.
Berus heard footsteps approaching and they shook him from his thoughts. He glanced around for a moment, attempting to discover the source of the disruption. After a moment his eyes settled on the approaching figure of a fellow Vantha, a beautiful redheaded woman that seemed only an inch shorter than he was. Berus, deciding not to be rude but too lazy to get up from his perch, called out in a friendly tone, “Hello there! How are you on this fine day?”