Ianto
Inhaling deeply on his pipe, the smoke that curled in front of his face obscures Amalia for a moment, and so to Ianto she appeared as if through a dream or by magic, and the fox almost choked at the sight of her.
One from within the barrier, that much was painfully obvious, Ianto taking his pipe from between his lips and rising to his feet from the wall. "Hey!" he called, his voice warm and curious, his feet already taking him across the square to where Amalia was standing.
"Are you... I mean to say, do you come from the Hollowed Grounds? How... how did you get here?" Oh ye gods, was she one of those who had been taken when he'd bolted through the woods? Awkward.
One from within the barrier, that much was painfully obvious, Ianto taking his pipe from between his lips and rising to his feet from the wall. "Hey!" he called, his voice warm and curious, his feet already taking him across the square to where Amalia was standing.
"Are you... I mean to say, do you come from the Hollowed Grounds? How... how did you get here?" Oh ye gods, was she one of those who had been taken when he'd bolted through the woods? Awkward.
