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Vanya seemed to always get called out for "hey we've got a spooky problem that needs a Jedi to look into it" jobs. That was what this one was. Everything about this forest was wrong. It had a general darkness creeping over it, and Vanya had no idea what would be at the heart of it.
Rather than anything remotely Jedi-like, Vanya was dressed up in wilderness furs, an energy bow on her back and her magick-infused polearm in hand as a "walking stick." She was hilariously not the Jedi-looking person and would have drawn more than a few looks from people if there were people here anymore.
She was being accompanied by another Jedi she had never met before, but that wasn't all that uncommon. Vanya didn't really have a lot of friends in the Order, and she was always willing and ready to meet new people.
She plopped down on the ground with her back against a tree as she awaited his arrival, plopping her head back against the tree. She probably should have been keeping close watch, but come on, nothing was going to attack her here. That would inevitably come later.
Rather than anything remotely Jedi-like, Vanya was dressed up in wilderness furs, an energy bow on her back and her magick-infused polearm in hand as a "walking stick." She was hilariously not the Jedi-looking person and would have drawn more than a few looks from people if there were people here anymore.
She was being accompanied by another Jedi she had never met before, but that wasn't all that uncommon. Vanya didn't really have a lot of friends in the Order, and she was always willing and ready to meet new people.
She plopped down on the ground with her back against a tree as she awaited his arrival, plopping her head back against the tree. She probably should have been keeping close watch, but come on, nothing was going to attack her here. That would inevitably come later.