Wheeling Gull Isle The darkness, forever

They met each other in something like neutrality, even if at first, his brother’s face had begun to twist in the usual ugly look Tybault often gave him.

The mention of Reverie brought another stirring of sorrow. He hadn’t been able to shake the guilt of leaving her, nor the memory of the pained look she’d given him before she’d finally torn away. He hadn’t meant to hurt her, but she hadn’t seemed to understand.

It is lovely, is all he said to that thought, and sadness frayed at the edge of his voice.

I don’t know Bartholomew, though he felt like Heda might have mentioned him once, Heda is here, though. With her husband, Caracal. I trust she would have come to meet you, but… could Tybault be trusted with the news of her children? Reverie had been terrified of Tybault, though he still didn’t understand why. But then… she wasn’t in her right mind now, was she? And the way she had interpreted his motives too… her children are still quite young. If you would like to see her, we could call for her again from the other side of the bridge.