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High Lord of Night's Court; Rhysand (nights_highlord) wrote in spinningcompass,

"Isn't hope sometimes all we have?" he replied wisely as he skirt around the room to collect a goblet of wine. Rhysand did not so much as take his eyes off of Lucy for more than a blink. He was studying her in the light of the home, perhaps even trying to imagine her in this place wondering if what she said was the truth, wondering if she really did belong there.

Even as she spoke his mind reached out soft, gentle, and quiet. He wanted to go unnoticed while pressing through her memories to see the lies in her words. He still wasn't so sure he believed that this girl was his daughter, though after a brief conversation with Katherine he couldn't be sure she wasn't, either.

"I'm sorry to hear that," he said honestly if not trying to be neutral. "It sounds very difficult. I've had some struggles, myself. I'll tell you about it another time." Rhysand wasn't about to tell some girl his life story, about how he fought against his father tooth and nail for the rights of the Illyrians, for women, for his friends and later his fight against the entire world for his people of the Court of Dreams.

"What sort of abilities do you have? Anything unusual? Say...ice powers, mind manipulation, wings?"

Because if he was going to dig he was going to use the full shovel.