Ianto
Halting some distance back from the great tree, Ianto had already taken note of the rose that the stranger had been fiercely defending, and he subconsciously relaxed a little more. So she had planted it successfully, then. "Thank you," he said, his accent lilting around the words, and he shot her a lopsided smile as he stepped forward again to drop to his knees a short ways away from where she had planted her own flower. "Hmm...? Oh - that's very kind of you, but I came prepared."
With a mischievous wink, Ianto partially shifted his fingernails into a fox's claws, burrowing easily through the frozen crust of the earth to the soil beneath. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Nephele. I'm Ianto." Glancing up from his task, his smile faltered a touch as he gazed around the surrounding trees. "Did you see something that worried you, before I came?" She had looked ready for a fight, after all. Shrugging it off mentally, he took one of the roses from the basket.
"How strange, that these can survive in the snow," he remarked.
With a mischievous wink, Ianto partially shifted his fingernails into a fox's claws, burrowing easily through the frozen crust of the earth to the soil beneath. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Nephele. I'm Ianto." Glancing up from his task, his smile faltered a touch as he gazed around the surrounding trees. "Did you see something that worried you, before I came?" She had looked ready for a fight, after all. Shrugging it off mentally, he took one of the roses from the basket.
"How strange, that these can survive in the snow," he remarked.
