Swiftcurrent Creek deadly light

Everything was happening quickly now. Her babbling, his response, the sudden halt of all thought and then as Rheia registered what he said, confirmation. She nodded slowly at first and then hastily with her deer-in-the-headlight eyes returning to normal. This lasted a split-second only and, as the surprise sank through her, Rheia tried again.

S-Sif, Sif, is sister! That this pale wolf would know of her was fate, surely. That or perhaps both Sif and Wardruna were nearby. Was this another husband? Was Wardruna the type to share his wives openly — was Sif the type of girl to cater to so many men? Along with Rheia's realization that her sister might be near, she also concluded that this world, this new thing she had discovered since leaving the Labrynth, was absolutely confounding.

Sister—where Sif? You, you know? Um, it was irritating that Rheia could not communicate fluently but, if Sif was nearby that could only mean Wardruna too. Know — know Wardruna? Sif's... Sif's husban? She licked her lips after speaking and her ears shot back as if the mere mention of the large man was enough to unsettle her; that wasn't far from the truth for Rheia was nervous of what he represented, but she knew to find one meant finding the other.