[janus motions up at the sky, which is blue and clear and lovely above them. no sign of apocalypse. you could never tell that countless worlds are ending in fire and pain somewhere else.] I can fly, [they say. they manage to look both a little proud and a touch abashed about it.] It's because I'm connected to a harpy. They're a type of magical being in my world, part bird and part human. Sometimes I can have feathers when I want to, too.

This is a nice glade you've chosen. [janus casts about looking for somewhere to sit. tree stump? ground that looks specified? they aren't picky, and while they're plenty rude at other times, it wouldn't be about anything like this. they're already beginning to shrug their bag down to one shoulder.] Any particular reason?