IANTO
"Oh, so you weren't listenin' attentively when I described it to you the first time?" Ianto laughed to Remi, shaking his head and straightening up from where he had just put something sweet and cinnamon-smelling into an oven that the wagon had no right to contain. Then again, the whole damned place was an anomaly, and it was something Ianto had been forced to get used to as well.
There was flour on the fox's nose, and he turned to open the doors of the wagon so that the heat wasn't too unbearable from inside. "Since it's you, I'll repeat myself. After we spend so long tryin' to catch the sun, we release it on the solstice, so it might go its merry way. The gifts are to give to each other at the midnight festival, where we release the sun and stay up all night to watch it rise. Or so I've been told."
There was flour on the fox's nose, and he turned to open the doors of the wagon so that the heat wasn't too unbearable from inside. "Since it's you, I'll repeat myself. After we spend so long tryin' to catch the sun, we release it on the solstice, so it might go its merry way. The gifts are to give to each other at the midnight festival, where we release the sun and stay up all night to watch it rise. Or so I've been told."
i know places we can hide
