Ianto
They land, by some miracle, softly and carefully; Ianto summons the Wishing Wagon and quickly unlocks it, beckoning for Alina to hurry inside. Within, the Fae might be pleasantly surprised to find not a poky little wagon interior, but a considerable living space, decadently decorated and packed with trinkets and bric-a-brac.
No time to look around, though - Ianto is locking the door behind them and brushing the dust from his coppery hair, taking a second to cough and splutter some breath back into his lungs. ”Did you see Delphia?” he asks, moving to squint out of the little windows. ”I wonder if this wind will push us back towards the Greatwood?”
Straightening up, he moves to start digging around for some supplies. He finds some more suitable scarves along with some shaded glasses that might better protect their eyes, offering them out to Alina.
Ianto takes a breather, finds more suitable supplies for them to tackle the dust storm, and enquires about Delphia.
No time to look around, though - Ianto is locking the door behind them and brushing the dust from his coppery hair, taking a second to cough and splutter some breath back into his lungs. ”Did you see Delphia?” he asks, moving to squint out of the little windows. ”I wonder if this wind will push us back towards the Greatwood?”
Straightening up, he moves to start digging around for some supplies. He finds some more suitable scarves along with some shaded glasses that might better protect their eyes, offering them out to Alina.
Ianto takes a breather, finds more suitable supplies for them to tackle the dust storm, and enquires about Delphia.
