Rhysand smiled to himself as he continued in the direction of the received thought much faster than before. Yet the crunching ceased as he went, so swift that he became one with the dark shadows cast by the moon and stars over the tree canopy.
It's not often I'm the one greeted. Hello. His reply was cool, smooth like the perfect pen on a piece of paper. Rhysand continued forward, stopping at the outer ring of the opening where he remained cloaked in the shade though tangible, physical in form. A woman he certainly didn't recognize. Not from the human word he last knew...not from Prythian, either. Interesting.