Ianto
He smiled as she moved closer, perfectly graceful on Fae wings with her toes skimming the snow. "You're not bad yourself," he quipped, laughing warmly and bowing his head in response to her compliment, given that his hands were a little full. Having made space for the rose, Ianto carefully deposited the flower into the hole, patting the freshly upturned earth around it to make sure its new home was a secure one.
Shifting his hands back and shaking them out, he wiped the soil onto his trousers and returned his attention to Nephele. It was strange, the sense of calm that seized him to know that one of his precious cargo was now safely where it ought to be. Like his new acquaintance, he felt the pull and tug to plant the other roses, but it would be rude to leave so quickly - and given the tension that still pinched at her delicate features, there seemed more to be said.
"Oh... the blighted are going to the shrine as well?" Blue eyes widening, Ianto gazed over his shoulder back into the woods. He tilted his head to the side, as if a fox's hearing might be able to catch any hostile footsteps. "You are a very brave individual, Nephele." Hearing nothing, he smiled back at her and let himself relax a bit. Ianto would more sooner run from a fight to save his skin, but he could fully appreciate the actions of those who stood up for their beliefs.
Gazing down at the roses side by side, he nodded his understanding. "I think we will succeed," he said. "Rather, the lady Arduinna believes we will. And I have no reason to think otherwise."
Shifting his hands back and shaking them out, he wiped the soil onto his trousers and returned his attention to Nephele. It was strange, the sense of calm that seized him to know that one of his precious cargo was now safely where it ought to be. Like his new acquaintance, he felt the pull and tug to plant the other roses, but it would be rude to leave so quickly - and given the tension that still pinched at her delicate features, there seemed more to be said.
"Oh... the blighted are going to the shrine as well?" Blue eyes widening, Ianto gazed over his shoulder back into the woods. He tilted his head to the side, as if a fox's hearing might be able to catch any hostile footsteps. "You are a very brave individual, Nephele." Hearing nothing, he smiled back at her and let himself relax a bit. Ianto would more sooner run from a fight to save his skin, but he could fully appreciate the actions of those who stood up for their beliefs.
Gazing down at the roses side by side, he nodded his understanding. "I think we will succeed," he said. "Rather, the lady Arduinna believes we will. And I have no reason to think otherwise."
