Ianto
Ianto had seen things in his time in the Greatwood - he had seen the tricks of the fae, of the forest, of the skies and the earth below. But he had never experienced anything quite like Safrin in her starlight, the fox leaning against the tree with lips parted in silent awe as she weaved her magic with the whisperfish. At its culmination - and in the way she addressed him - he straightened up, swallowing hard and offering her a roguish bow.
"Thank you, m'lady. I'm glad to know that I'm no puppet of Ludo's, too," he murmured, his smile growing warmer as he glanced to Remi, as if to ask if he wanted to look at him through the lens anyway. Just to make super sure.
"Thank you, m'lady. I'm glad to know that I'm no puppet of Ludo's, too," he murmured, his smile growing warmer as he glanced to Remi, as if to ask if he wanted to look at him through the lens anyway. Just to make super sure.
