Ianto
Ianto led Adam through the hidden pathways of the Greatwood without so much as looking back. On a fox's paws his steps were sure, even if the other man would likely realise that they made no particular sense. Sometimes it would appear that they went back on themselves, that they crossed the river and then back over it again, and that even the sky and weather appeared to change. But eventually Ianto slowed down somewhat, and through the treeline Adam might just begin to make out the bustling village of the fae.
He would see their homes, suspended in the trees like pods or flowerbuds; the Observatory overhead, keenly watching the skies even by day; the marketplace and the winged folk darting here and there on their daily errands. Ianto, however, didn't bother to enter those last few steps into the village proper.
Instead, he plonked himself to sit down at the fringes of the pathway, jaw lolling open in a foxy grin, and nodded to Adam as if to let him know he had arrived.
He would see their homes, suspended in the trees like pods or flowerbuds; the Observatory overhead, keenly watching the skies even by day; the marketplace and the winged folk darting here and there on their daily errands. Ianto, however, didn't bother to enter those last few steps into the village proper.
Instead, he plonked himself to sit down at the fringes of the pathway, jaw lolling open in a foxy grin, and nodded to Adam as if to let him know he had arrived.
