Ianto
"Uh..." Ianto flashes a golden and rather unsure smile at his friend. "My daughter." The fox looks the same, at the least - still dressed eclectically, very much healthy and vibrant and happy in the Greatwood, but if Remi looks closely there are signs everywhere that he lives with a child. The daisy chain around his wrist, for example, and the smear of blueberries on the cuff of his coat. And, y'know... the child.
The girl possesses a mane of copper curls that marks her as Ianto's, though her eyes are bright jade, and she beams at Remi over the alchemist's shoulder. "Dada, this is better'n an elly-beetle," she announces, patting the Lullaby's curls. "Aye, mush, beastie! We're goin' home!"
The girl possesses a mane of copper curls that marks her as Ianto's, though her eyes are bright jade, and she beams at Remi over the alchemist's shoulder. "Dada, this is better'n an elly-beetle," she announces, patting the Lullaby's curls. "Aye, mush, beastie! We're goin' home!"
