I wouldn't. Ianto's voice would echo distantly within the bard's mind, and he trotted on four paws to try and keep up with his entrance into the labyrinth. Had he been watching from afar, perhaps, trying to judge the place for himself? Who knew - all Ianto was aware of was that this was the furthest into the Hollowed Grounds that he had ever been, and it was living up to its reputation as a strange, cold and sad place.
The labyrinth, though, was the stuff of horrors in his opinion, and whilst it could be comparable to the Greatwood's mazelike trees, there was nothing comforting about the hedges that seemed to move. What are you looking for in here?
The fox bounded to keep up, shamelessly close to Jigano, his dislike of the place plain.
The labyrinth, though, was the stuff of horrors in his opinion, and whilst it could be comparable to the Greatwood's mazelike trees, there was nothing comforting about the hedges that seemed to move. What are you looking for in here?
The fox bounded to keep up, shamelessly close to Jigano, his dislike of the place plain.
