IANTO
”Danger is everywhere, though. As least there are still people like you, trying to hold back the tide.” A very bardic thing to say it was true, but Ianto was a storyteller at heart. He flashed Amalia a golden grin as she spoke, turning the collar of his coat up against the cold and adjusting his scarf to keep away the chill of the snow. ”That’s all the gods ever expect of us, isn’t it? Our best? For what it’s worth I think you make a fine Shield of Safrin. The Fae respect you, too.”
Because like and respect were different, and after seeing her with Jyoti, the fox knew the latter would come easily to the Fae. Giving Amalia a roguish bow, Ianto finally turned to head away from the Spire. ”We will speak again soon, I’m sure!” he called over his shoulder, a vanishing smudge in a world of white. ”Just keep doing what you’re doing. You’ll be great!”
~FIN
Because like and respect were different, and after seeing her with Jyoti, the fox knew the latter would come easily to the Fae. Giving Amalia a roguish bow, Ianto finally turned to head away from the Spire. ”We will speak again soon, I’m sure!” he called over his shoulder, a vanishing smudge in a world of white. ”Just keep doing what you’re doing. You’ll be great!”
~FIN
i know places we can hide
