it's not what it looks like
Ianto led them quickly and gracefully through the undergrowth, picking out unusual and seemingly non-existent pathways to get through the trees and shrubbery. Whilst he had spoken about his wagon multiple times around Delah, when the fox finally did come to a stop it was in a fragrant meadow dappled with moonlight. Shifting back into a man, he busied himself digging around in his coat, withdrawing a small jar of something.
"Just in case," he said quietly, unscrewing the lid - it looked like a balm of some kind - and applying it to his lips. He offered it to Roana, seemingly expectant that she would do the same. "It will make it so that our words sound garbled to anyone who might be listenin'," he explained - or tried to, since his words would be totally mismatched to her ears currently.
"Just in case," he said quietly, unscrewing the lid - it looked like a balm of some kind - and applying it to his lips. He offered it to Roana, seemingly expectant that she would do the same. "It will make it so that our words sound garbled to anyone who might be listenin'," he explained - or tried to, since his words would be totally mismatched to her ears currently.
