Nova Peak Skeptic

When she froze, so did he. They were close. They weren't family though. She could easily disown him for wronging her in some way. That didn't actually worry him, even though it was something that was always a possibility.
Slowly, she carried on, asking him what he had learned. He breathed out a sigh, seating himself on the ledge. He looked out at the dark clouds overhead. He knew that the view was why she had chosen this spot. It was particularly convenient that it was unlikely others would trouble them here and overhear a conversation.
Rusalka. That is the name of their pack, he answered, looking over to her. His expression was wrenched, torn by what might happen versus what actually was reality. I met Rosalyn, one of their leaders. She is gay, he said, realizing after he said it that it wasn't particularly relevant. He blinked, swallowing uncomfortably. She claims that they are here trying to find peace, that they were at the Sound before. She doesn't want harm to us. In fact, he breathed out another exasperated sigh. Talking about his encounter for some reason stole his breath faster than it usually did.
She says that the scars Wylla spoke of... I mean she really is just a mess of scars, he described her while practically rolling his eyes in sheer disbelief that she had survived such an ecnounter, they were apparently caused by the same people that took Wylla's eye. It was all very ironic and, to be honest, fucking stupid.
If he trusted either Wylla or Mahler more, he would have brought the information straight to them. However... The worst of it is that... this Rosalyn... she says that the Rusalkans told both Wylla and Mahler that they do not come to harm us, he explained. Really, such news should have been the best of it. In some ways it was. But the fact that they had told the leaders of Sagtannet such and neither had felt it relevant to relay it to their members?
Taikon was disappointed, and now he didn't know what to do with the information apart from pass it to Takiyok for appraisal.