"I'm glad you could make the trip over here." Another foreign visitor, another person brought to Janna's favorite skyscraper cafe. She slices a small fragment of cheesecake for her taste buds to enjoy. "I think what I'd like to know most is - where do you get the inspiration for all this?"
"It's my pleasure, my dear. It is not often that I'm given the opportunity to visit such a place as diverse as Piltover," Jhin says, his smile more prominent than ever. The lies are well practiced, rolling off his tongue the same as would one-hundred precent truth-- in truth, he hates Piltover as much as he hates Zaun.
There isn't the slightest twitch of magic or beauty in the airs here, instead replaced with the static of thoughtless machinery and incorrigible-- uninspired-- hextech. But he smiles and nods to her like this is the most fancied trip he's had in years. Jhin could stick his neck out on this occasion-- after all, he and Janna were friends.
"I liken inspiration to one of your lightning-tuned rods here in Piltover," Jhin replies, bringing his hands together on the table. "Inspiration is everywhere-- it's a matter of knowing how to bring it to yourself." Like how Janna's eyes are as bright as glass-- and glass they could be, with the right resin and enchantment. How her lean body could be windswept and windblown, hung by hooks of metal rods and left to drift--
--Jhin fingers his palm in a hand, looking at her proper, then he chuckles. "However, I suppose it does come to some easier than others. If you mean the piece I showed you earlier today, I found that the shape of Piltovian airships are intriguing to put to canvases." His hards part to bring the glass of water to his lips. And how they sank when holed. "Though I wonder if Piltovian arts are as burlesque as I imagine."













