IANTO
Ianto arched an eyebrow across at her, tilting his head as if noticing the hairline cracks in her facade. This was not the woman he first met in the village, he realised, but then... none of them were the same, were they? Was it so surprising, too, that at a time like this, people were beginning to feel the strain? His new snake friend seemed a safer topic of conversation, and the fox nodded to Amalia encouragingly.
"He won't say it, but I think he more or less lives in my wagon now. The woods weren't kind to him," he explained. "Come over whenever you like. I'll make tea, and you two can chat." And it would feel both strange and wonderful to not be alone and for that to be a normal occurrence. "He spoke a lot about different places that he may or may not have been from. Floating islands that sank into the sea, a place with seven statues, a barren wasteland with a sinkhole..." He shrugged.
"He won't say it, but I think he more or less lives in my wagon now. The woods weren't kind to him," he explained. "Come over whenever you like. I'll make tea, and you two can chat." And it would feel both strange and wonderful to not be alone and for that to be a normal occurrence. "He spoke a lot about different places that he may or may not have been from. Floating islands that sank into the sea, a place with seven statues, a barren wasteland with a sinkhole..." He shrugged.
i know places we can hide
