IANTO
Ianto, for all of his agreement to trundle around the Greatwood with Remi, Ronin and Mateo, finds himself alone more often than not. This time, though, it's not so uncomfortable. It's a transient sort of solitude, one that has him checking to see if there's anyone extra in bed with him whenever he wakes up. Little does he know that this will soon be one of those times when there is, indeed, an extra participant under the obscenely comfortable weight of furs and blankets.
No, for now the merchant sleeps quite peacefully. It's LongNight and the Wagon is lit only by the soft glow of colourful lanterns, both inside and outside. With little to do but sleep and snack and read and craft, Ianto has actually thoroughly enjoyed his time tucked away. Foxes don't hibernate, but he's sorely tempted.
No, for now the merchant sleeps quite peacefully. It's LongNight and the Wagon is lit only by the soft glow of colourful lanterns, both inside and outside. With little to do but sleep and snack and read and craft, Ianto has actually thoroughly enjoyed his time tucked away. Foxes don't hibernate, but he's sorely tempted.
where are your gods now
