Ianto sent a mental pulse of agreement at Jigano's warning; no, he did not think it would be quite so peaceful this year, though he did hope it would be the case. The Greatwood was more than earth and trees and rivers; it could defend itself against intruders with vicious efficiency, given the chance. But Jigano, of course, was right. I'll be sure to mention it to Arduinna, and Delah if I see her, he told the other fox. If nothing else, it will make the Fae more cautious before taking a Longnight stroll to a neighbour's house...
The fox hoped it was the right one too, his nose back to the ground as they picked up the pace, turning this way and that and around and around until... until...
Ianto sat his fuzzy butt down on a patch of sweet grass protruding from one of the hedges, as if the thing had been trying to hide it from him. Sprouting from it, the herb Jigano had described grew sparsely, but enough to collect. Is this it?
The fox hoped it was the right one too, his nose back to the ground as they picked up the pace, turning this way and that and around and around until... until...
Ianto sat his fuzzy butt down on a patch of sweet grass protruding from one of the hedges, as if the thing had been trying to hide it from him. Sprouting from it, the herb Jigano had described grew sparsely, but enough to collect. Is this it?
