Ianto
Ianto was suitably enamored with Jyoti (which was likely the starwhale's goal), and as she swam about him in a haze of soft stars, he delivered scritches dutifully, a small smile on his lips. "Mm, creatures like these are revered, and much rarer than you can imagine," he murmured. "She was lucky to have you there when she needed you. And Delah might be unhappy, but she can't really deny you entry now." Frankly and for all of his ability to charm her, the Fae warchief scared Ianto half to death.
The words Northaven and Ronin and Remi caught his full attention, and Ianto turned to glance at Amalia properly. He nodded. "I am," he confirmed. "And I know Remi well, though I've not met Ronin beyond a few polite greetings. I imagine you must have met them too?"
The web grew ever more tangled. Clearing his throat, he gestured back at the Fae children. "They believe that capturing the sun will cause the days to grow longer during this season," he said, grinning and lowering his voice. "Granted, I think only the children believe it. For everyone else it's just a tradition."
The children, soaked and giggling, scrambled out of the bank to sit and rest. "They make or find or trade for a basket," he explained. "And then they try to catch the sun; in water, in sunbeams on the forest floor... but obviously, they always miss. Then in the middle of LongHeat, there is a midnight festival. Everyone brings their baskets and gifts to fill them with. It's a celebration of 'releasing the sun' again." He chuckled.
The words Northaven and Ronin and Remi caught his full attention, and Ianto turned to glance at Amalia properly. He nodded. "I am," he confirmed. "And I know Remi well, though I've not met Ronin beyond a few polite greetings. I imagine you must have met them too?"
The web grew ever more tangled. Clearing his throat, he gestured back at the Fae children. "They believe that capturing the sun will cause the days to grow longer during this season," he said, grinning and lowering his voice. "Granted, I think only the children believe it. For everyone else it's just a tradition."
The children, soaked and giggling, scrambled out of the bank to sit and rest. "They make or find or trade for a basket," he explained. "And then they try to catch the sun; in water, in sunbeams on the forest floor... but obviously, they always miss. Then in the middle of LongHeat, there is a midnight festival. Everyone brings their baskets and gifts to fill them with. It's a celebration of 'releasing the sun' again." He chuckled.
