Ianto
Giving only a grumble in response to Remi's quip - he simply didn't have it in him to banter with the alchemist right now - Ianto made his way into the portal and stood awkwardly in the not-space, being careful to keep his gaze on the ground until Remi followed and gave his explanations. "I was invited to set up shop there, the last time the Wishing Wagon rolled through the Hollowed Grounds," he said of Halo, though he did wrinkle his nose at the prospect of such cold.
The instructions were easy enough, and the fox's blue eyes found the sign post easily enough. Taking a step forward, he too found himself before the glassy window of the portal. Then, because this space between places made him feel a little queasy, he took another step and moved straight through.
His boots found sand - a sensation not experienced in years for the merchant. And as he turned to glance over his shoulder, he was greeted with the rich pinks and yellows of a roaring sunset over the sea.
The instructions were easy enough, and the fox's blue eyes found the sign post easily enough. Taking a step forward, he too found himself before the glassy window of the portal. Then, because this space between places made him feel a little queasy, he took another step and moved straight through.
His boots found sand - a sensation not experienced in years for the merchant. And as he turned to glance over his shoulder, he was greeted with the rich pinks and yellows of a roaring sunset over the sea.
