it's not what it looks like
"She is certainly that, yes. She does not follow the ways of the other winged folk. They both fear and respect her, I'd say." Ianto smiled weakly, still not seeming comfortable with the subject of his godmother in the air, though he supposed it was only fair to Roana that he explain all that he could. Besides, she was the first person from Northaven that he had seen in over two seasons. Why wouldn't he try to make her as comfortable as possible?
Still, there were simply some things he could not do - not without permission and not without good reason. Much of his tricks were not his own, in truth, and without consulting their true owner before using them, he may well find himself in hot water.
"I would," he agreed. "The same for a map, I'm afraid. However... I can lead you. I can't teach you, but if you'd like me to take you back to the outskirts where the barrier sits, I can do that."
Still, there were simply some things he could not do - not without permission and not without good reason. Much of his tricks were not his own, in truth, and without consulting their true owner before using them, he may well find himself in hot water.
"I would," he agreed. "The same for a map, I'm afraid. However... I can lead you. I can't teach you, but if you'd like me to take you back to the outskirts where the barrier sits, I can do that."
