IANTO
Ianto had been unsure what to expect at the culmination of his tale, and gratitude was right up there on the list of things he hadn't accounted for. It startled a smile onto his face, bright and bold and honest, and the merchant dipped into a half bow before Deimos. "Any time," he said. "I hope that we will see each other, then, at the midnight festival. And until then... well, you still saved me from those flames. I don't consider this story much of a debt, so my obligation to you still stands."
Straightening back up, he winked at Deimos. "Just be kind, when you do call on me to cash in that debt. Okay?" With a quiet laugh, Ianto promptly shifted back into a fox. The vulpine dashed and darted and played about the beast's legs for a few moments, before loping back into the forest undergrowth.
Straightening back up, he winked at Deimos. "Just be kind, when you do call on me to cash in that debt. Okay?" With a quiet laugh, Ianto promptly shifted back into a fox. The vulpine dashed and darted and played about the beast's legs for a few moments, before loping back into the forest undergrowth.
i know places we can hide
