Ianto
"Dada", Fiadh gushes, and Remi is absolutely right. Ianto is all but powerless to agree. The fox grumbles through his good natured laughter as the inevitable happens; they were always going to end up here, which is probably why the Wishing Wagon appears right at that moment in front of them.
"I feel as though these woods want me out of them for a little while," he says, narrowing his eyes up at the canopies before catching sight of Fiadh deftly unbraiding her hair from Remi's. "Careful, now," he warns, but it's too late - she plops backwards down off the alchemist's back, rolls on the leafy ground, and scrabbles back up to run for the wagon.
"I think her aim is to give me at least two heart attacks per day," he mutters to Remi, smirking. "Mainly because that's exactly what I used to be like. It's unfair." Heaving a long sigh, he turns to Remi properly. "I think that the two of us will be just fine," he says. "As long as you have clothes for her to wear. I know how your weird dream teleporting works, and she'd happily run around in a bedsheet or less."
"I feel as though these woods want me out of them for a little while," he says, narrowing his eyes up at the canopies before catching sight of Fiadh deftly unbraiding her hair from Remi's. "Careful, now," he warns, but it's too late - she plops backwards down off the alchemist's back, rolls on the leafy ground, and scrabbles back up to run for the wagon.
"I think her aim is to give me at least two heart attacks per day," he mutters to Remi, smirking. "Mainly because that's exactly what I used to be like. It's unfair." Heaving a long sigh, he turns to Remi properly. "I think that the two of us will be just fine," he says. "As long as you have clothes for her to wear. I know how your weird dream teleporting works, and she'd happily run around in a bedsheet or less."
