Ianto
More than any in attendance, Ianto was pretty certain that he would win the battle of I don't want to be here right now. The fox did not usually walk to blend in, but tonight was different. The collar was turned up on his coat and apart from his basket, he carried nothing with him. His initial plan for a gift had promptly and thoroughly changed. Now his basket held a simple trinket, but he hoped it would make a fine gift to someone. (And unlike before, he no longer had anyone particular in mind).
It was a simple wooden bracelet, woven expertly from a small and delicate branch of a Wicker Woman to keep its shape. Interspersed around it were deep amber jewels - sap, in reality, solidified and arranged just so. As long as the wearer didn't go around licking it, they ought to be alright. Probably.
It was a simple wooden bracelet, woven expertly from a small and delicate branch of a Wicker Woman to keep its shape. Interspersed around it were deep amber jewels - sap, in reality, solidified and arranged just so. As long as the wearer didn't go around licking it, they ought to be alright. Probably.
