#wuju queueju

If Yi had learned anything from his travels, it was that the world had a way of dredging up past faces and presenting them in the most nondescript of places. Though the face, in this case, was an aura unmistakably sore to behold. While buying for supplies wherever he could find them, (and entertaining those who still managed to remember, years on, his visage from the crystal screens he used to battle upon) he spotted the inconspicuous soul quite... conspicuously.

Magic was a funny thing. It's behavior was unpredictable, and sticky, and its nature wild and vast. No one appreciated that more than the Wuju Bladesman, though really he wished he didn't as his lenses ticked and spluttered in the middle of a place that might recognize him for it, and for the worst. But he couldn't help trailing onto a soul that had wisps of an odd aura about them. Something was there, or at least something might have once been there, and Yi was too much of a curios cat to let the aura pass him by.

That silhouette. The gauze. The general unsettling aura. Yi said nothing upon beholding the Zaunite, merely staring upon him with screaming goggles as if Yi had walked in on a murder. Truly it felt like that too. A murder decades removed...

“A yordle? You are a yordle, yes?” Yi felt the words leave him before he could even stop to consider the person before him. Though he brought a hand to his mouth to catch his sudden comments, it did little to abate that which had already been said. So he took his hand away from his face almost as quickly as he had put it there, lenses ticking on against strange colors of magic that assaulted his lenses.

He noted nothing out of the ordinary however. How was a yordle even supposed to look, aura wise?

Yi took a notable pause to look the stranger up and down. Up certainly more than down, with the height difference of all things being the first detail of note. But the more he examined, the more he found something else that set the man apart from any other person encountered along the way.

But left with audible actuating lenses for too long, Yi felt obligated to at least say something.

Tobias was wandering around the Ionian forest. The weather was beautiful; warm, a bit windy, the nature around him was giving away its pleasant scent... it was pretty much therapeutic to him. It was great to go out from his house and stop wondering about the dangers for a while. However, he still had his saber just in case. And so far, he hadn't noticed anyone yet. But maybe someone would come to visit the forest as well? 

Good weather was a blessing, given the harshness that could sometimes be the Ionian winter. The wilds offered Yi a simple retreat from humans and their struggles. The spirits sometimes had their own qualms or fascinations, but even they were mostly polite enough to leave him be as he sat in true meditation. Thinking of nothing, worrying on nothing, what a nice day to not have to look at it all?

But footfall broke his stature, his head turning slightly at the sound. He hoped not to startle, but the Bladesman had to call in good faith,

Nerves weren't something he'd normally admit to, but the Bladesman felt an unmistakable surge in his gut as he approached the Ionian Elder. However, as he astutely dipped his back at almost a ninety degree angle he couldn't quite pin point why. Was it her position? Was it because she was a woman? Was it merely because years in isolation had dulled his confidence in general?

He couldn't be sure at all, but that didn't stop his voice from ringing out as bassy and even as it always did,