Grouse Thicket cry wolf [malice]

He smiles simply, for he is only a boy in the presence of his now-Lady and he feels himself almost unworthy of her presence. She would wish his name from his lips! The youth laughs gently now, for his lady is the first he reveals the name he was given to in this strange land. Oh, the land and its natives! Ysen's ears fall flat against his head, his tail tucks itself under his legs as his submission to her. As my lady commands. His voice is not her female grace, but his is willowy; if it had substance it would be described as such.

I am Ysengrin, Ysengrin Dreamweaver. I am at your service lady Absinthe. Child that he is, he knows to keep secrets that are not his. His Malice had an alias as he did; it existed as she had chosen it. For the boy the revealing of Malice is an honour, a honour he would never sully.

Outside the Isle so shall I be known as the Dreamspinner, then, my Lady.