Ianto
"Oh."
Ianto sounded quietly surprised, but not exactly disappointed to see someone already at the mother tree. Of course, they had all heard a similar call upon grabbing up the roses, but he had not expected another to come straight to Mathair from the shrine. Then again, given that the girl kneeling before the tree was Fae, it wasn't so surprising.
The merchant's roses were in a small basket that he carried with him, dirt clinging to their roots and soil half filling the basket, too. He smiled atNephele, approaching slowly as to try not to frighten her; she seemed wary, and perhaps for good reason. "Do you mind if I plant a rose here with you?" he asked, not inching closer just yet in case he was told to piss off.
Ianto sounded quietly surprised, but not exactly disappointed to see someone already at the mother tree. Of course, they had all heard a similar call upon grabbing up the roses, but he had not expected another to come straight to Mathair from the shrine. Then again, given that the girl kneeling before the tree was Fae, it wasn't so surprising.
The merchant's roses were in a small basket that he carried with him, dirt clinging to their roots and soil half filling the basket, too. He smiled at
