Ianto
Remi isn't looking at Ianto, and Ianto is looking at the Drop below them, scuffing the toe of his boot against a moss covered rock. His fox's tail swishes to and fro, betraying his nerves, and he shrugs his shoulders and finally lifts his gaze to the other man. "The sorts of things that will be coming for us in the Greatwood, honestly," he says, huffing out a soft sigh.
"But then Ascended can use Attuned abilities, and Abandoned magic, so... maybe I ought to just get the basics down." It's a lame suggestion and he knows it, the fox giving a small smile to his friend. "Perhaps we should start by teaching me not to bolt as soon as I think something dangerous is on its way?" he offers, rolling his shoulders and already feeling the urge to shift again.
"But then Ascended can use Attuned abilities, and Abandoned magic, so... maybe I ought to just get the basics down." It's a lame suggestion and he knows it, the fox giving a small smile to his friend. "Perhaps we should start by teaching me not to bolt as soon as I think something dangerous is on its way?" he offers, rolling his shoulders and already feeling the urge to shift again.
