IANTO
Ugh, exercise. Ianto's grin was obvious in his mental voice as he turned his face to accept the whiskery nuzzles. He rolled to his feet as Remi explained to them what they were meant to do, flicking a black-tipped ear in Amalia's direction and letting his jaw hang open in a foxy grin to mark her approach. But then they were off, climbing the Spire to sing to a goddess in animal form.
Sounded like Ianto's kind of thing, honestly. He waited quietly by for leopard and elk to make their way, padding behind them at the back of the line with his tail low and ears forward. He'd have been fine, he thought, if the Spire wasn't so damned big, and as they walked he was increasingly glad to be bringing up the rear for this little group.
How far up is it, anyway? he asked, glancing warily at the obsidian walls.
Sounded like Ianto's kind of thing, honestly. He waited quietly by for leopard and elk to make their way, padding behind them at the back of the line with his tail low and ears forward. He'd have been fine, he thought, if the Spire wasn't so damned big, and as they walked he was increasingly glad to be bringing up the rear for this little group.
How far up is it, anyway? he asked, glancing warily at the obsidian walls.
where are your gods now
