Ianto
Time passed strangely in the Greatwood. Ianto and Remi had met on the banks of the Whispershore at what was, at least, mid-morning. But their trek into the forest, through the Sidhe Village and now back into the wilderness had eaten up more time than expected. Indeed, above them through the branches of the Wildwood, the sky had turned the deep pink of evening, and the twilight set Ianto's hair ablaze as they wandered deeper and deeper into the strange maze of trees.
He had given Remi the go ahead some time before that it was safe for him to shift back into his human shape, and now as they walked Ianto was sharing some of the rations he carried with him; some peppermint bark, a few berries plucked from bushes on the way and something he called cloud bread, which seemed almost ridiculously soft.
"We'll be there soon," he quipped as they strolled along, unable to deny how nice it had been to spend the time with Remi. "How you holding up?"
He had given Remi the go ahead some time before that it was safe for him to shift back into his human shape, and now as they walked Ianto was sharing some of the rations he carried with him; some peppermint bark, a few berries plucked from bushes on the way and something he called cloud bread, which seemed almost ridiculously soft.
"We'll be there soon," he quipped as they strolled along, unable to deny how nice it had been to spend the time with Remi. "How you holding up?"
