it's not what it looks like
Eyes forward, head lowered, Ianto did not look over his shoulder again to address his companions. He walked with the wagon - the wagon that trundled dutifully at his side, each wheel squeak subdued - until the light began to filter down through the branches once more. Until the silence of the forest (deafening, like a held breath) was replaced by the melodic babbling of the Stonesong, by voices and laughter, by the sound of footsteps on cobblestones and frenetic wingbeats.
They had arrived at the Sidhe Village together. Not as guests, not as intruders, but as equals. There to trade - there to find common ground. Ianto hoped that such ground did indeed prove to be common enough.
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They had arrived at the Sidhe Village together. Not as guests, not as intruders, but as equals. There to trade - there to find common ground. Ianto hoped that such ground did indeed prove to be common enough.
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Please reply to {Mini Event} building bridges before posting anywhere else in the Sidhe Village.
