Wheeling Gull Isle the mask i wear is the performance in the mirror

The woman tells Rhysand that his information is quite outdated and though it comes as no general surprise he cannot help the pang of disappointment he feels nonetheless. Rhys comes to learn that evidently the Depths had fallen seasons ago but that Arturo had not been apart of it during it’s end. Instead, he’d been leading a pack she called Teaghlaigh. The word is easily recognizable to him: the family. Given the structure of Foxfang Ravine and Quicksilver Hollow — that which is it’s sister pack — this is not necessarily overly surprising. She inquires then what he needs Arturo for and Rhys inhales deeply and lets it out in a heavy sigh, wondering how in-depth he needs to go about this. He could speak freely about being the man’s son but …was that particularly useful information? Rhys didn’t think so presently. “He’s been summoned back to Quicksilver Hollow. Boadicea is …not well.” He cannot bring himself to say so bluntly that she’s dying: the woman is his grandmother after all despite that she’s never been grand-motherly nor had she truly paid him any mind except when she needed to exploit him to keep the Ravine’s leaders in line. Still, to not express the severity of her situation as discreetly as he can would be rude. Rhys’ ears flutter against his skull, shifting his weight upon the sandbar, wincing as a particularly cold wave splashes up at the fur upon his undercarriage.

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