Sylas gave the young man one long look, then turned away as though the outstretched hand, innocent expression, and request for a gift had never existed. The silence stretched just long enough for the young man's smile to falter, and for perhaps the first time since appearing, he looked genuinely speechless.
Sylas hadn't even asked his name. In fact, Sylas had hardly reacted to his presence at all despite the fact he should have come out of nowhere.
"Januar is my name," he finally supplied on his own, tapping a thumb against his chest. "Since apparently we're skipping all the normal parts of meeting your grand disciple."
Yamero's long body shifted through the air in a slow curve, the spatial Runes composing his scales flickering faintly as a chuckle came from him. Sylas still didn't answer, and Januar stared at the side of his face for another moment before recovering with impressive speed.
"Alright, then, Grand Master, what exactly are you hoping to achieve here?"
