The studio didn’t call it a vacation, but Janna can think of no other term for a three week, all expenses paid trip to Ionia during the weeks of Snowdown. Yes, the company expects her to look into the vast realms of nature and mythology that the island nation has to offer in order to come up with a spectacular documentary to kick off the broadcast for the New Year, but this doesn’t mean Janna can’t have a little fun while there.
It turns out that the Ionians combine tradition with celebration, she finds out as she slips into a crowd of Ionians, plenty dressed in red and green traditional costumes, congregating through the front gate. The sea of people provides little wiggle room, but unlike their more rowdy counterparts in upper Piltover, the Ionians actually have the decency to get into a line.
“Please be prepared with your tickets when the staff comes to you!” she hears a voice call out over the murmuring, and thanks to her height Janna can stand on her toes and locate the source, eyebrows raising upon identifying them.
That’s the Captain of the Guard, if she’s not mistaken! Someone like Irelia Lito would greatly help her research into Ionian culture, Janna thinks. She smiles as she retrieves her ticket, embroidered with the country’s insignia of twin dragons, and waits for the captain to come down the line.
Ticket taker is hardly a fitting job for the Captain of the Guard, but Irelia doesn’t mind. It is a little pocket of mundane ease, a rhythm she can slip into that requires just enough thought to keep her mind from wandering, but not enough to be stressful. Is this what meditation is supposed to be like, when done properly? Regardless, she knows it isn’t to last. She’s looking for one particular visitor, one she has been set to escorting throughout their trip to Ionia.
She hasn’t been told who, only that she’ll know them when she sees them. How, exactly, she has no idea. She didn’t have time to ask -- so rushed was the plan that put her in this position in the first place. But Irelia is nothing if not adaptable, so when she sees the tall, blonde woman who looks somewhat out of place, she wonders if this is her. Her suspicions are proved correct when she is handed a ticket unlike the others, embroidered with a different colour.
Irelia’s jaw sets as her eyes flicker from the ticket to the woman with the pleasant smile upon her face. She gives a short nod before her hand lowers to the fabric rope cordoning off the queue from the grass beneath her feet, fingers brushing the threads before curling around the silver hook and lifting it free.
“Please, come this way.” She says, shifting to one side and gesturing with her arm. She glances up the line almost warily, but upon spotting another ticket taker at this side further down, she steps away from the crowd and gestures for Janna to follow, down the side of the line and directly towards the gates.
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