Rhysand only grinned before nodding in agreement. "Everything is his doing, it seems," he said. "I'm glad he's not here, too. He is as cruel as they come--but don't tell the rest of Prythian that. I have a reputation of depravity to uphold." After a pause he laughed. "Training is nothing! Though I am quite amazing."
The fae-Illyrian stooped to scoop Lucy up, one arm strong and sure behind her back while the other looped beneath her knees. So strong, her weight hardly seemed to go noticed as he took a series of steps forward away from the house and took off. He flew with such ease and grace, each flap of his wings like a slice in the air until they were high enough to see down upon all of the buildings.