Ianto
Remi's mastery over magic was something truly impressive, something that spoke much more of the alchemy that he had seemed so enthusiastic about in Northaven. Ianto watched in quiet awe at the production of the knife (though that seemed innocuous enough), the waving vines, the bounding earthen fox and the levitation, able to do nothing more than nod dumbly with his ideas. Distraction, yes... that was certainly the result of the display, though Ianto was certainly more interested in the man performing the magic.
The Wicker Woman on her part seemed taken with the vines in particular, ensnaring them gently and softly as if to investigate, while another branch bent as if to pet the earthy fox. "Yeah, I mean... that's how you usually get sap, right?" Ianto nodded at the knife and the jar. "Hopefully it'll flow pretty quick. I don't like it much out here."
The Wicker Woman on her part seemed taken with the vines in particular, ensnaring them gently and softly as if to investigate, while another branch bent as if to pet the earthy fox. "Yeah, I mean... that's how you usually get sap, right?" Ianto nodded at the knife and the jar. "Hopefully it'll flow pretty quick. I don't like it much out here."
