Ianto had woke to the voice's displeasure. Listening with a groggy mind.
Until the magic had been stripped and he felt the lack of energy in the air, felt the scars along his body disappear. And he felt just a little bit naked at their loss. He had three scars, each of them a different time spent in the cave for a different promotion. The lichen like patch on his haunch, the three claws across his eye, and the crown of the king on his shoulder (crossed out now, but still visible)...all gone.
So he had stood, making his way to the cave, long before his King had called them. But he walked, noting the changes in his home. And then he listens to his king and all that he says. He listens as Romek is the first to speak, notes Weir standing quietly and listening. The stallion too empty for anything. Ianto's eyes swing to Bryn as he speaks and a small smile curls his lips. He can't help but like that boy, as much as it had angered him before...as much as it had roused his protective instinct before. There. That was better. Ianto hadn't been angry, merely protective of his little girl.
A mare he doesn't know speak, Josie and he realizes he needs to get out just a little more now that most of these faces were unfamiliar. Now that there were females and a bigger population in general. It seemed when Offspring had opened the ranks, he had opened the floodgates.
It made Ianto's heart soar to see so many.
Isle speaks and he smile. No doubt he would lend her a hand should she need it, but he wait as the younger boy speaks. Another smile curls his lips. Such eagerness.
Vaughan speaks. Then a tiny little thing, Ashr. "I can stay with Isle. She's not going to want to travel much with that baby at her side Vaughan." He starts with, meandering my way up closer to the front. "I can give her the basics. " Despite her lack of any physical prowess she was likely our greatest asset in the coming time. He sighs softly, and then turns back to Offspring. "I am here for whatever you need me to do." And then he dips his head slightly.
Ianto
Nothing burns like the cold.