IANTO
there's a bulletproof bond
Leafchange was rich with scents and colour, with the crunch of falling leaves and the feel of moss underfoot. And the Mathair was a vision in her beauty, her foliage on fire, her fruits bountiful. Many such morsels had tumbled down to her roots as the season progressed, ripe and hiding for any questing nose to find.
One such wanderer was making his rounds, wearing a fox's furs, ink tipped ears sharp for anyone approaching. Once he had established that no one was imminently nearby, Ianto made no attempt to hide his romping through the leaves, digging here and there to try and find whatever treats the Mathair had left behind.
He had heard it was a portal, of course - he had heard a lot of things, since he had sequestered himself away in the Greatwood after Arduinna's death - but nothing had tempted him away from the safety of the forest as of yet. Overhead a bright butterfly landed against the mighty trunk, and Ianto spied it with curious golden eyes. Snuffling up at the little creature, he was quite unimpressed when it fluttered on the attack, prompting a fair bit of rolling about in the leaves from the fox.
All in a day's work.
One such wanderer was making his rounds, wearing a fox's furs, ink tipped ears sharp for anyone approaching. Once he had established that no one was imminently nearby, Ianto made no attempt to hide his romping through the leaves, digging here and there to try and find whatever treats the Mathair had left behind.
He had heard it was a portal, of course - he had heard a lot of things, since he had sequestered himself away in the Greatwood after Arduinna's death - but nothing had tempted him away from the safety of the forest as of yet. Overhead a bright butterfly landed against the mighty trunk, and Ianto spied it with curious golden eyes. Snuffling up at the little creature, he was quite unimpressed when it fluttered on the attack, prompting a fair bit of rolling about in the leaves from the fox.
All in a day's work.
between me and you
