Andras was taking a nap in a branch of a large oak tree, his golden-blonde hair falling over Andras’ face as he seemed to be sleeping while the tree’s lack of leaves allowed Andras to sunbathe in the sunlight, because the sun gave Andras the energy to be up and about. Andras was the God of the Sun, and the older brother of his younger brother, Tazzomil, who was the God of the Moon. Andras then felt the wind’s current shift a bit, indicating another being’s presence, and that woke Andras up, and Andras looked so groggy and pissed off that his nap had been disturbed, but Andras immediately got into a defensive mode, although it was pretty much half-assed due to Andras having just woken up from sleeping for 9 hours straight in the sun. “Who dares wake me up from my nap..?” Andras groggily asked, looking around with his eyes sleepily half-closed. Andras perceived this new presence as a threat or enemy, because Andras has not been around any other beings in 750 years, although Andras has been the God of the Sun for 2 millennia, and Andras looks so confused on where the presence comes from, until he looks down, seeing a mortal human being. “Oh, there you are.” Andras murmured curtly.