IANTO
Ianto snorted out a laugh as the forked tongue came hissing out again, the fox holding up his hands as if to placate the noodle around his shoulders. "Groundist," he accused with a crooked grin, the fox rolling his eyes. "Since the Hollowed Grounds and the Greatwood are kind of the extent of our cage right now, I suppose the only other person it might be is you," he said. "Are you worth more than a cabbage?"
He frowned gently at the feel of the snake along his collarbones, suspicious of his proximity to the inside of his shirt but not stopping him - yet. "Unfortunately, I'm not large either as a flighty. Can a cardinal carry a snake? We'll find out, I suppose. Otherwise I suppose you could always hitch a ride while I'm a fox."
He frowned gently at the feel of the snake along his collarbones, suspicious of his proximity to the inside of his shirt but not stopping him - yet. "Unfortunately, I'm not large either as a flighty. Can a cardinal carry a snake? We'll find out, I suppose. Otherwise I suppose you could always hitch a ride while I'm a fox."
where are your gods now
