Revenge of the Dads
Loki followed. He had seen the beach before, had experienced it through Dan's memories. Yet, he had not expected to end up where he ended up. For a moment, he wanted to gasp for air. Then he remembered that he did not need to breath. He was about to answer Rhysand when the smirk on the fae's face vanished and was replaced by pure shock. Loki's gaze followed.
"Ah..." was his only comment as his ghostly form grew still. A stillness only broken by the flow of water. He took what he saw personal. Very personal. "Maybe the attack can wait a few more moments..." He glanced towards Rhysand, his gaze carrying the concern he was feeling. Then his eyes gazed upon the floating bodies and he walked over to the bodies. His hand touched the first he saw. Young Edward. "There is a presence in them..." And that was horrifying.