Ianto
Ianto arrived at the river clad in a fox's fur, his paws leaving barely a print on the dirt that turned slowly to silt and sand against the banks of the Stonesong. He had been happily snoozing in his wagon when the call rang out, and he knew better than to ignore the forest. It was wild and mysterious, deadly and magical and wonderful all rolled into one. And as golden eyes drank in the sight of the fiery woman in the midst of the rushing waters, he knew that this was one more occasion when the Greatwood would surprise him.
He was hardly the first here, however. And so, spotting Remi, Ianto padded up to the alchemist and plonked himself down so he was all but sitting on Remi's feet. Leaning his furry body back against warm legs, he wrapped a fluffy tail about his paws and relaxed to watch what happened next.
He was hardly the first here, however. And so, spotting Remi, Ianto padded up to the alchemist and plonked himself down so he was all but sitting on Remi's feet. Leaning his furry body back against warm legs, he wrapped a fluffy tail about his paws and relaxed to watch what happened next.
