Whilst their companion waded upstream, Ianto kept pace with Jigano and pinned golden eyes upon the clear waters to keep watch for any sign of tasty fish. Good, he said at hearing the warnings were finally making their rounds. Still, as the bard continued the fox's whiskers twitched uncomfortably. All things considered, a story or a song is probably the safest thing you might have offered. Jigano had not been foolish enough to make an open ended bargain with his godmother, at least.
It's an illusion, a seeming, he explained. The wings are there, sure as any other Fae. She's different because she is wild Fae. I don't know what that means, in truth. Only that she belongs to the Greatwood rather than the Sidhe Village or the Sea of Branches. Her power is nebulous enough that she is treated with respect. And quite rightly so.
Perking up at the sight of the goldfish, Ianto made as if to pounce for it before catching himself, glancing to Jigano for confirmation that doing so would not earn the other Attuned's ire.
It's an illusion, a seeming, he explained. The wings are there, sure as any other Fae. She's different because she is wild Fae. I don't know what that means, in truth. Only that she belongs to the Greatwood rather than the Sidhe Village or the Sea of Branches. Her power is nebulous enough that she is treated with respect. And quite rightly so.
Perking up at the sight of the goldfish, Ianto made as if to pounce for it before catching himself, glancing to Jigano for confirmation that doing so would not earn the other Attuned's ire.
