IANTO
"What, indeed." Ianto grinned across to the other man, a picture of roguish nonchalance against his more brooding figure. "It's an old LongHeat tradition. There's a story that the days grow longer during this season because the Fae capture the sun. They weave a basket, or trade for one, or acquire one somehow, and use it to try and catch the sun's rays." He chuckled. "All an act, of course. But it's a bit of fun."
Speaking of sunshine, the fox rolled his shoulders, enjoying the feel of the warmth on his back. "Of course, whilst this all goes on, due respect must be paid to the lady Safrin of the stars. We don't want her to get jealous and bring the night back too soon, do we? So gifts are presented to her, songs are sung in her name... you know, the usual sort of thing."
Speaking of sunshine, the fox rolled his shoulders, enjoying the feel of the warmth on his back. "Of course, whilst this all goes on, due respect must be paid to the lady Safrin of the stars. We don't want her to get jealous and bring the night back too soon, do we? So gifts are presented to her, songs are sung in her name... you know, the usual sort of thing."
i know places we can hide
