Ianto
Ianto shouldn't have mentioned Arduinna again - he should have left well enough alone. While his eyes were still on the frolicking Fae children, a muscle feathered in his jaw as Amalia pressed him for answers. Finally, he let out a long sigh and lowered his head. "Please be careful, Amalia. You're sweet, and I don't want you to get hurt." But still, he couldn't deny her without angering his godmother.
"She is as much the woods as are the trees, the soil, the flowers. There is a shrine to all the old gods within the Wildwood. Go there and petition for her. She may well answer." But he doubted that she would like the answer very much, after a few moments in Arduinna's presence.
Ianto perked up a bit, at least, as she continued to speak and the subject changed from his patron to something comparatively safer. "I think they may like that a lot," he said. "Are you a baker, then? Definitely a useful profession to have anywhere."
"She is as much the woods as are the trees, the soil, the flowers. There is a shrine to all the old gods within the Wildwood. Go there and petition for her. She may well answer." But he doubted that she would like the answer very much, after a few moments in Arduinna's presence.
Ianto perked up a bit, at least, as she continued to speak and the subject changed from his patron to something comparatively safer. "I think they may like that a lot," he said. "Are you a baker, then? Definitely a useful profession to have anywhere."
