[color=0054a6]Varya Chandrar[/color]

Varya awoke from his slumber, groggy but still rested enough to have enjoyed it. he exists the mini-cave, enjoying a good stretch in the warmth of the sunlight. He then gave his salutations to the sun. [color=0054a6]"Praise the Sun!"[/color] After eating breakfast he walked barefoot with the earth's embrace a small ways along the river, so that he may bathe and wash his clothes downstream from where the horses drank so as not to contaminate their drinking water. As he skinny dipped in the river he shivered the cold water that had melted from the previous winter's snow. He was thankful his earthing spell worked underwater. All that was needed for the spell to function was a magnetic connection with the earth, so even if the soil was submerged it still had the charge that connected with Varya's skin to carry the electric current across his body. While the spell did reduce the discomfort from siting in the icy waters, it was still bloody cold! He would endure however if it meant cleansing himself physically and spiritually in the river. Cleanliness is next to Godliness, even if maintaining his image was closer to his real motivations. That being said, after bathing in the cold waters with soap in hand and shampooing his hair with lavender oils, he felt fresh as a daisy. 

Varya took a minute to admire his handsome face in his handheld mirror. He was proud of his body and his appearance that he had spent years cultivating, for he was both the marble and the sculpture, and he loved his work dearly. Others may work with wood or stone or paint or paper, for Varya his body was his artistry, his flesh a monument to his aesthetic expression. It was a shame he did not feel confident or comfortable enough to flex to others his material vessel, but that may be for the best, for he didn't want to indulge too much in the other extreme.

Varya reluctantly prys himself away from the mirror, remembering he had duties to fulfill. He put on his metaphorical mask of stone as he returns to camp to help pack everything up and prepare to sally forth. He got his things together and saddled up upon his horse, approaching Sir Erwin and Lord Thernous. He had wanted to vocalize his concerns about pushing Erwin beyond what was necessary, though it seemed that Jazdia and the mysterious man in the dark robes had already voiced similar concerns. There was something about the shrouded figure that did not sit right with Varya, though he seemed friendly and cordial enough that Varya could overlook it for the sake of the mission. Th elf was glad that Erwin at least had something to keep him stimulated. [color=0054a6]"Good morning Lord Thernous, Sir Erwin, Jadia, good sir."[/color] Varya rode next to Erwin, wanting to introduce himself more properly. [color=0054a6]"Sir Erwin, my apologies for not giving you my name last night. I am Varya Chandrar of Varenheim. I do hope I can be of service to you and your grandfather. Please, allow me to accompany you as we take the van."[/color] Varya felt pity for Erwin and felt that offering help could make Erwin's situation more bearable. It was often a war inside of Varya whether he would allow himself to believe what he did came from his warm empathetic heart and what was a play of cold, pragmatic logic, the later of which he was far more willing to share with others than the former.