Ianto
In reality, it had not been that long since Ianto had last seen Remi, but psychologically was another matter entirely. Having been sequestered away from the beginning of Leafchange, the fox was unaware of the majority of things that had come to pass (apart from the obvious, like the blight), including any who may - or may not, as it turned out - have cared enough to search for him.
Drugged and subjected to a brutal training regime - only to get knocked out of the Cloister anyway and receive that judgement - things like heartache had taken a backseat. Whether Ianto had liked it or not, the wounds Arduinna had opened had allowed others to begin to heal. So on a crisp Leafchange day when the alchemist appeared on his doorstep, Ianto was not as blindsided as he once might have been.
In fact, Remi would not even be waiting long, and as the side door to the wagon clicked open, it would be to the sound of a whistling kettle. "Business or pleasure?" the fox asked of the nature of Remi's visit, his lilting voice echoing from within. The whistling stopped, and when Ianto appeared dressed in his usual eclectic array of jewellery and colours, he held two mugs. One of which he held out to offer Remi, before stepping out to sit on the top step of the wagon.
"You're looking well." It was a lie, obviously, but that was Ianto all over.
Drugged and subjected to a brutal training regime - only to get knocked out of the Cloister anyway and receive that judgement - things like heartache had taken a backseat. Whether Ianto had liked it or not, the wounds Arduinna had opened had allowed others to begin to heal. So on a crisp Leafchange day when the alchemist appeared on his doorstep, Ianto was not as blindsided as he once might have been.
In fact, Remi would not even be waiting long, and as the side door to the wagon clicked open, it would be to the sound of a whistling kettle. "Business or pleasure?" the fox asked of the nature of Remi's visit, his lilting voice echoing from within. The whistling stopped, and when Ianto appeared dressed in his usual eclectic array of jewellery and colours, he held two mugs. One of which he held out to offer Remi, before stepping out to sit on the top step of the wagon.
"You're looking well." It was a lie, obviously, but that was Ianto all over.
