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For years she had been flying, soaring, gliding over the lush abundance of Ionia, quietly scanning lives, stories, history. No detail passed by her piercing blue eyes. Every half second in and out dart of a squirrel nestled in a tree trunk, every morsel of bread passed between family members long forgotten before such a reunion, every shift in the air, and especially every whirlwind released that surpassed her own in power and force never escaped her senses.
He was a ronin, lost in spirit, purpose, beginnings, ever so slightly guided by the wind, the only thing he remotely trusted. Of course, she was there to follow his steps in a form of a blue bird, chirping and singing songs originating from the toxic slums of Zaun, accompanying a wanderer wandering on a path he was not destined for, on a path blown through the clouds in the heavens.
She was redemption. She was hope. She was Janna, guardian of Zaun, guardian of Yasuo, defying fate for hope he would redeem his darkened soul.
She would bring the winds of change.