IANTO
there's a bulletproof bond
"A weaver?" Ianto repeats, his smile still bright and interested, though he knows better to approach any Fae he hasn't met just yet. He remembers being dropped into the Greatwood (unceremonious and terrifying a time as it was) and how wary of outsiders the forest folk were. Indeed, if it were not for Arduinna... well. A time better left in the past.
She mentions his Wishing Wagon and the smile grows back into a crooked grin, Ianto feigning a dismay that she would likely see through easily. "It is a place of delights and mysteries, my dear," he gushes. "I sell all manner of things there, from supplies to magical items created by the Lady Arduinna herself. It is a shame, truly, that you have never visited!"
She mentions his Wishing Wagon and the smile grows back into a crooked grin, Ianto feigning a dismay that she would likely see through easily. "It is a place of delights and mysteries, my dear," he gushes. "I sell all manner of things there, from supplies to magical items created by the Lady Arduinna herself. It is a shame, truly, that you have never visited!"
between me and you
