[fifteen minutes is all it takes, and then janus is descending through the trees. light as a stray feather riding the breeze. which doesn't rhyme on purpose. their flight is an odd and soundless thing, requiring no wings or humming technology. when janus wants to fly, they fly.
and now they're coming down to earth, landing gently on the needles. they have a bag over one shoulder, a sturdy, utilitarian-looking olive green canvas thing.] Hello, [they call out. there's a sword at their hip. coming bearing arms probably seems a touch aggressive as far as campwarming appearances ago, but the fact of the matter is, the sword is their daemon. their hand is nowhere near it as they step through the trees, looking about.] Hello. My name is Janus. I am looking for a young woman from a world called Hydaelyn.
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and now they're coming down to earth, landing gently on the needles. they have a bag over one shoulder, a sturdy, utilitarian-looking olive green canvas thing.] Hello, [they call out. there's a sword at their hip. coming bearing arms probably seems a touch aggressive as far as campwarming appearances ago, but the fact of the matter is, the sword is their daemon. their hand is nowhere near it as they step through the trees, looking about.] Hello. My name is Janus. I am looking for a young woman from a world called Hydaelyn.