The celebratory fervor that takes the city proves to be something of a much needed relief for Vander. The pent up stress from last day he had set foot in Highstorm has found little release as the days drew on, and the building effects of discord only served to put a spotlight on it in his mind. So when the festivities first began to spring up throughout the aptly-named Springstar, he at first feels the need to shy away from it. But the celebrations are so widespread, the streets so lively, and the townsfolk so eager to share their excitement that it isn’t long before Vander pulled into it and finding… that it is precisely what he needed.
Today he’s found himself out on one of the streets of the Psychagogía where a row of brewhouses and eateries have pulled tables and chairs out front into one large, makeshift patio where all patrons could mingle together and share in the celebration. He’s got a drink in hand and a pleasant buzz already warming him as he moves through the scattered array of tables when he spots a familiar face mingling amidst the crowd.
Vander quickly moves to join Hythlodaeus, and with a grin will thump a friendly hand on his shoulder in greeting.
“Hythlodaeus! I see you finally made it out to Springstar,” he says, tone jovial. Hyth might notice that Vander’s hair is also much longer than it had been the last time they met, pulled back now and tied to keep it from his face. His beard is much fuller and scruffier, and he might just catch the sight of sharper fangs hidden in that grin of his if he’s attentive. Yet despite the wildness of his appearance, there’s genuine joy to be found there in Vander’s expression.
Springstar-wildcard!
Today he’s found himself out on one of the streets of the Psychagogía where a row of brewhouses and eateries have pulled tables and chairs out front into one large, makeshift patio where all patrons could mingle together and share in the celebration. He’s got a drink in hand and a pleasant buzz already warming him as he moves through the scattered array of tables when he spots a familiar face mingling amidst the crowd.
Vander quickly moves to join Hythlodaeus, and with a grin will thump a friendly hand on his shoulder in greeting.
“Hythlodaeus! I see you finally made it out to Springstar,” he says, tone jovial. Hyth might notice that Vander’s hair is also much longer than it had been the last time they met, pulled back now and tied to keep it from his face. His beard is much fuller and scruffier, and he might just catch the sight of sharper fangs hidden in that grin of his if he’s attentive. Yet despite the wildness of his appearance, there’s genuine joy to be found there in Vander’s expression.