Ianto
It was with relief that Ianto felt the conversation shift from Arduinna, Amalia sated (for now) with the information he had delivered. The fox glanced sidelong at her, arching a curious brow at hearing she was from a generation of bakers. "That's amazing. Your own little legacy," he noted with a smile. "I certainly shall. Keep your ears alert for a fox scratching at your door one day. It may well be me." He winked.
Watching the Fae children head off down the river with their basket in hand, Ianto straightened up and rested his hands in his pockets. "You looked lost, when I first saw you. Is there anywhere you need to go that I might be able to lead the way?"
Watching the Fae children head off down the river with their basket in hand, Ianto straightened up and rested his hands in his pockets. "You looked lost, when I first saw you. Is there anywhere you need to go that I might be able to lead the way?"
