With one rose planted and the other two safely in his possession, Ianto left the mother tree to head through the Wildwood on quiet feet; the Greatwood in general was unusually subdued as of late. And, having lived through one Deepfrost here, Ianto could safely say that it wasn't seasonal. No, a mix of the blight and whatever else was happening with Vi had caused the forest to hold its breath, and Ianto felt himself going along with it too.
Glancing between the trees, he didn't hurry exactly, but he wasn't wasting time as he headed for the outskirts. Knowing the way most definitely helped, and whilst his footfalls might not make sense to those who weren't attuned to the woods' wild ways, he followed a path all of his own without so much as a second glance.
Glancing between the trees, he didn't hurry exactly, but he wasn't wasting time as he headed for the outskirts. Knowing the way most definitely helped, and whilst his footfalls might not make sense to those who weren't attuned to the woods' wild ways, he followed a path all of his own without so much as a second glance.
