A silent witness to the wedding, from somewhere near the back of the room, seems to wake his attention up in the direction of the group as Maria near enough stumbled into the midst of a group of offworlders. Could that be the gathering he's been summoned to from halfway around the world? He doesn't see -what's her name, again- Sylvarie? so far but he really can't do with sitting around here forever for unknowns to show up.
Johnas stands, brushes off his rancher slacks and pulls down the front of the shirt he'd bought simply to attend -it's not like they have much in the way of formal gatherings out in the sparse villages south of Arito and Nakagawa- before striding to where there seemed to be a crowd forming.
Into his 40th year, the man is tanned well from a life outdoors, deep lines starting to pull at the edges of perhaps recognizable facial features. A high topknot of darkened silver hair kept short at the sides crowns his head. Johnas is stopped from perhaps announcing himself by Sakuya's arrival; it prompts a sudden pocket check from the man-
"...gotta say, I don't get much in the way of letters like that one."
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Johnas stands, brushes off his rancher slacks and pulls down the front of the shirt he'd bought simply to attend -it's not like they have much in the way of formal gatherings out in the sparse villages south of Arito and Nakagawa- before striding to where there seemed to be a crowd forming.
Into his 40th year, the man is tanned well from a life outdoors, deep lines starting to pull at the edges of perhaps recognizable facial features. A high topknot of darkened silver hair kept short at the sides crowns his head. Johnas is stopped from perhaps announcing himself by Sakuya's arrival; it prompts a sudden pocket check from the man-
"...gotta say, I don't get much in the way of letters like that one."