it's not what it looks like
It always surprised Ianto, how the fever of the Stonesong could still to something so serene along the Bodega. Granted, the village and market around them was anything but, the cobbles and dirt roads a-flit with Fae walking or flying here and there. Ianto was easily the tallest person around, and even had they not known him, by and large, he'd have garnered quite a lot of attention.
Still, with a raccoon coiled around his shoulders and the gorgeous crystal waters running beside them, he had no time to chit-chat. Spotting a school of telltale whisperfish (the noise of their stories was enough for him to know they were there), Ianto approached and carefully set down his tank. All things considered, no one seemed to care much about his presence.
Still, with a raccoon coiled around his shoulders and the gorgeous crystal waters running beside them, he had no time to chit-chat. Spotting a school of telltale whisperfish (the noise of their stories was enough for him to know they were there), Ianto approached and carefully set down his tank. All things considered, no one seemed to care much about his presence.
