Ianto
"To keep it alive? Like... in a tank?" Ianto arched an eyebrow, having never really considered the properties of a Whisperfish out of the river. He rubbed at the back of his head, fingers ruffling through his coppery hair, and forced himself to relax. This was Remi, after all. Not a stranger and certainly not someone he had to doubt or fear.
"I'm not sure how familiar you are with the inhabitants of these woods," he murmured. "The Fae, they're called. They taught me the ways through the forest - one did in particular, anyway. They're very secretive, and they don't like outsiders. I've only gained trust over months, and some still don't want to look me in the eye." He smiled weakly. "The fish you want is in a branch of the river that runs directly through their village. It'd be like taking a lamb to slaughter..."
"I'm not sure how familiar you are with the inhabitants of these woods," he murmured. "The Fae, they're called. They taught me the ways through the forest - one did in particular, anyway. They're very secretive, and they don't like outsiders. I've only gained trust over months, and some still don't want to look me in the eye." He smiled weakly. "The fish you want is in a branch of the river that runs directly through their village. It'd be like taking a lamb to slaughter..."
