IANTO
Ianto's brow furrowed as he heard the story about Ronin and Vanya, the fox allowing his hands to drop and sit in his lap now. He sighed, shaking his head sadly. "I recall you mentioning having to take care of a baby and a dragon. Aoife, right?" He arched an eyebrow, unsure if he was recalling it correctly. "I'm glad, that things seem better now. For everyone, especially you." Whilst the details were fuzzy, he remembered all too well the gaunt and solemn alchemist he had first met in the woods.
Unable to help himself, he flashed a golden smile up at Remi at the mention of his shop, tilting his head and patting the ground beside him, as if to invite the other man to sit down. "You got a shop here," he said warmly. "You'll have to show me it some time. All I remember is your poky little workshop in Northaven."
Unable to help himself, he flashed a golden smile up at Remi at the mention of his shop, tilting his head and patting the ground beside him, as if to invite the other man to sit down. "You got a shop here," he said warmly. "You'll have to show me it some time. All I remember is your poky little workshop in Northaven."
where are your gods now
