Ianto
It’s amazing, how so much can be portrayed through a face covering; Ianto picks out both Delphia’s smile and Alina’s scowl, the fox shrugging his shoulders as if to ask if they really expected anything else from him. Squinting as the sand and dust starts to itch and irritate his eyes, he makes sure each step is careful, glancing across the beige vista.
”So... where does it look like it’s going to dwindle?” he asks the demigoddess nearby. It seems to just be doing it’s sandstormy thing right now. No entryways to be seen. ”Perhaps we should have asked around to see if someone could guide us. Not all the way through, but... just enough to start.”
Ianto continue to walk, and makes ever so helpful suggestions.
”So... where does it look like it’s going to dwindle?” he asks the demigoddess nearby. It seems to just be doing it’s sandstormy thing right now. No entryways to be seen. ”Perhaps we should have asked around to see if someone could guide us. Not all the way through, but... just enough to start.”
Ianto continue to walk, and makes ever so helpful suggestions.
