He had met with the vagabonds, but as their name suggested he had branched off on his own path for the time being. Spirane was the land of his birth and having heard of the party being held there, Winchester figured that it was about time he returned home for a spell. Over the seasons of lonesomeness he had learned much about the lands of Moladion, and the flora and fauna that inhabited them. The boy was nowhere near an expert- in fact, he had already figured that this sort of knowledge might take a lifetime to perfect- but he was content, so far, with the progress that he had made.
Winchester was unassuming as he approached, his posture low and slouched. He was not one to desire to be the center of attention, quite content with sitting on the sidelines and simply watching. Many had already gathered, including his two adopted siblings. He tried to meet their gaze but they seemed to be preoccupied with another boy who had addressed them by name. Winchester watched the exchange curiously, but simply settled closer to the trees, his patchwork coat the only thing that might draw attention to him. Mismatched eyes curious, he watched the interactions of his peers, gaze occasionally moving back towards Janus and Aine.
He was like a bespectacled stranger, quiet and mousy, reading a book in a library and glancing upwards from time to time. The boy made no move to introduce himself, nor did he try and make any first impressions. Winchester was simply content to just observe.