A pair of... people... walk in the same door that brought her.
One is wrapped in green leafy vines, in a roughly symmetrical pattern that just about barely conceals the parts of him that humans are expected to. He has more vines sprouting from his back, arranged in the shape of wings, with long feathery leaves. They move and stretch like real limbs. Tiny green tendrils twine through his hair.
The other has a similar height and general build, but a completely different peculiarity: he is wrapped in lightning. It crawls over his skin in tight crackling arcs and spreads out from his back and shoulders into wings shaped roughly like the vine man's, although the limitations of the medium mean that you can't really claim these ones have feathers.
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A pair of... people... walk in the same door that brought her.
One is wrapped in green leafy vines, in a roughly symmetrical pattern that just about barely conceals the parts of him that humans are expected to. He has more vines sprouting from his back, arranged in the shape of wings, with long feathery leaves. They move and stretch like real limbs. Tiny green tendrils twine through his hair.
The other has a similar height and general build, but a completely different peculiarity: he is wrapped in lightning. It crawls over his skin in tight crackling arcs and spreads out from his back and shoulders into wings shaped roughly like the vine man's, although the limitations of the medium mean that you can't really claim these ones have feathers.