it's not what it looks like
"I did quite enjoy you as a scarf. Though perhaps when it gets colder, rather than just before Longheat. And hey, maybe I can be your scarf when you're a lion, and I'm a fox." Ianto laughed at the thought; the image of the two of them was ridiculous enough curled up in the wagon, let alone plodding through the forest in the snow. Amusing himself with this thought - since he was unaware of the alchemist's penchant for trying to create a spyglass himself - Ianto glanced sidelong at Remi when he was regarded with such scepticism.
"Star whales," he repeated with a cheeky grin. "I've never seen one in person, but I swear, the Fae are always on the look out for them. They leave trails of stardust, and the Fae believe they can tell the future from it. I don't know how real they are, but there aren't many of them left anyway..."
"Star whales," he repeated with a cheeky grin. "I've never seen one in person, but I swear, the Fae are always on the look out for them. They leave trails of stardust, and the Fae believe they can tell the future from it. I don't know how real they are, but there aren't many of them left anyway..."
