IANTO
Ianto could only smile and give a shrug of warm agreement to Amalia at her remarks, though he understood, he thought, a little more about the Fae machinations. (Being a charge of Arduinna, however difficult, gave root to some strange insights). ”Perhaps they would have, were it not for those elemental storms,” he remarked, his footfalls slowing as they completed their slow and snowy perimeter around the Spire.
”The Fae are followers of the Old Gods, after all. If those gods look as though they don’t want anyone from the Hollowed Grounds going any further, it would be sacrilege to allow them through, don’t you think? They walk through the woods when the world to either side is blocked. Ouch.” It seemed a very good reason to remain guarded, in that light.
”Thank you for letting me walk with you. And for watching over my rose planting. You make quite the Spire guardian.”
”The Fae are followers of the Old Gods, after all. If those gods look as though they don’t want anyone from the Hollowed Grounds going any further, it would be sacrilege to allow them through, don’t you think? They walk through the woods when the world to either side is blocked. Ouch.” It seemed a very good reason to remain guarded, in that light.
”Thank you for letting me walk with you. And for watching over my rose planting. You make quite the Spire guardian.”
i know places we can hide
