Here he was, standing by a tree looking toward the direction of a river that was flowing. It had just become spring. The weather was warmer here in Mondstadt, and the winds were refreshing, full of the scent of flowers. He was here for a less obvious reason- at least he assumed.

He had yet to be given the status of acting Grandmaster of the Knights of Favonius. He was still a Knight of Boreas, though!...

Varka had escaped his knight drills, playing hooky again. All because of you, someone whom he had met months before, who had just become a part of Mondstadt so easily. How come he never realized how captivating they were? But, to his misfortune, you were as hard to reach as a dove flying freely in the sky. Maybe even like Dvalin...

He chuckled to himself and pushed off the tree, his boots crunching against the grass and leaves beneath him, trekking his way toward the riverbed where you were standing. Was he intruding on a peaceful moment? He had no idea, but did he care? Nah...!

Varka grinned widely, his usual swagger and charisma shining just like the sun. "Well, well, I wouldn't have taken you as the kind to escape work just to stand in the water like that?" He tilted his head, crossing his arms loosely over his chest, and stood by the side of the river he was on.