A Breath of Wind

The bright sun sat high amongst the clouds, surrounded by blue skies on this warm spring afternoon. A cool, light breeze blowing through the air as the final few days of winter had come to pass only a week earlier which allowed the snow to melt and reveal the now fresh grass beneath it. Izar sat on a tree stump near at the forest's edge looking contently at the fresh grass blowing slightly back and forth as he wrote in his journal. While he enjoyed winter, the sight of spring was always a welcome one as everything began to come back to life once more. He let out a quiet sigh as his eyes averted from the grass before slipping his journal into his jacket pocket and beginning to scan the horizon near the guildhall, awaiting the one who had invited him to spar with her today.