it's not what it looks like
They set off, leaving the bright, hot sunshine behind and heading into the leafy canopies and plunging shade of the Greatwood. Not that the shade made it any less humid, given the amount of greenery they walked among. The wagon led the way, trundling forth and letting the little troupe follow in its wake. "Well obviously," Ianto almost drawled to Remi, his smile full of mirth as he nudged his friend.
Up ahead he arched an eyebrow as the forest seemed to move, and the wagon bumped into an obstruction up ahead. It stopped, suddenly and with a creak of protest. On closer inspection, a few branches had snaked out to tangle around the wagon wheels; someone did not want them getting to the village. Ianto had a good cough Delah cough idea who that potentially could be.
"We're going to have to get the wagon free," the fox said with a deep sigh. "Don't cut the branches, though. This isn't the forest's fault." So saying, Ianto leant down to speak to the trees in a low and soothing tone, like he could persuade them to let go.
Better sweet-talk those branches, or you aren't going anywhere!
Remi: Nothing happens.
Amalia: A friendly hanging snake, seeing the travellers on their way, drapes itself around her shoulders to say hello. Hopefully she isn't too surprised.
Phoebe: For all the greenery, the young midwife will notice that there is some discolouration to the leaves in the undergrowth, as though they are withering.
No post order! You have 48 hours.
Up ahead he arched an eyebrow as the forest seemed to move, and the wagon bumped into an obstruction up ahead. It stopped, suddenly and with a creak of protest. On closer inspection, a few branches had snaked out to tangle around the wagon wheels; someone did not want them getting to the village. Ianto had a good cough Delah cough idea who that potentially could be.
"We're going to have to get the wagon free," the fox said with a deep sigh. "Don't cut the branches, though. This isn't the forest's fault." So saying, Ianto leant down to speak to the trees in a low and soothing tone, like he could persuade them to let go.
Better sweet-talk those branches, or you aren't going anywhere!
Remi: Nothing happens.
No post order! You have 48 hours.
