Ianto
"So is the ground," Ianto mutters about things that are hardy, or just hard, as it happens. Even so, Fiadh is utterly unbothered, and she dashes up the wagon's steps (the doors open for her easily) and disappears inside to hide from her father. The worst part is how good she is at it, and Ianto doesn't even try to run after her. She can lurk for hours, it feels, and wait for her moment.
Letting his hands rest back in his pockets, the fox snorts at Remi but concedes easily enough. "I'm sure we'll cope with Mateo's until I find her something. It will be strange, going to a place like Stormbreak. From what you have said it's... it's as much of a city as Northwind ever was, isn't it?" Is he nervous? Absolutely. Will it stop him? Well, the real answer is yes, but Remi won't let him. So no.
His shoulder is nudged and he furrows his brow, not quite understanding what Remi is getting at. "Excuse me?" He glances to the wagon. "Remi, stop. I've barely had her for a season! I don't want to think about having to lock her in the wagon."
Letting his hands rest back in his pockets, the fox snorts at Remi but concedes easily enough. "I'm sure we'll cope with Mateo's until I find her something. It will be strange, going to a place like Stormbreak. From what you have said it's... it's as much of a city as Northwind ever was, isn't it?" Is he nervous? Absolutely. Will it stop him? Well, the real answer is yes, but Remi won't let him. So no.
His shoulder is nudged and he furrows his brow, not quite understanding what Remi is getting at. "Excuse me?" He glances to the wagon. "Remi, stop. I've barely had her for a season! I don't want to think about having to lock her in the wagon."
