Ianto
"And on that day, my dear, I will deserve it." Ianto laughed wickedly, offering Roana a roguish bow for her trouble and straightening up once more so he could engage her sons in the game of the day. Not that they needed much in the way of engagement, following his instructions with a swiftness that made it clear that these were a captain's sons, undoubtedly. "Tell me again, 'sister', how you manage to get a wink of sleep with my 'nephews' around?" He chuckled, waiting until they had gathered more than enough before lifting his fingers to his lips and letting out a shrill whistle.
"Alright, that looks good enough to me! C'mon, c'mon, this basket won't make itself!" Beaming, Ianto strode through the grasses until finding a seemingly random place to flop down, sitting cross legged in the sun and already gathering together a few twigs for the framework.
"Alright, that looks good enough to me! C'mon, c'mon, this basket won't make itself!" Beaming, Ianto strode through the grasses until finding a seemingly random place to flop down, sitting cross legged in the sun and already gathering together a few twigs for the framework.
