IANTO
Ianto waited with baited breath to hear whether or not he would be able to persuade Deimos away from storming the Greatwood as though it was a castle in the middle of a seige. And when the response came, however begrudging, Ianto let out that long breath and felt his shoulders relax. He smiled a touch at Deimos, shifting into a half-bow of both gratitude and acknowledgement. Slowly, the fox stepped up to stand beside the bigger man, folding his arms across his chest and appraising the woods before them.
"The Fae, as you probably can guess, are one to attune themselves with the Old Gods. To nature and Rae, to Vi and to Mort. A lot of their traditions are based on those nuances, and there's one that comes to the fore during Longheat. The tradition is known as 'capturing the sun'. Have you heard of it in your travels, so far?"
"The Fae, as you probably can guess, are one to attune themselves with the Old Gods. To nature and Rae, to Vi and to Mort. A lot of their traditions are based on those nuances, and there's one that comes to the fore during Longheat. The tradition is known as 'capturing the sun'. Have you heard of it in your travels, so far?"
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