A chuckle escaped Rhysand, giving away his position of to her right. He stepped from the shade at that and he was something else most obviously. No, he did not shimmer or sparkle or give off an ethereal glow, but there was something other worldly about the high fae. In his wake there was a glimmer, a gossamer of beauty and brightness even to the dark shadows.
I'll go for new. I've been across all lands at home and this is not one of them. Can you tell me why?
Rhysand was not really asking for information by the inflection of his tone, he was speaking to her as if speaking to a child--or perhaps a stupid human--and simply using a question for her own sake. One couldn't necessarily call it mocking in tone but it was definitely not nice and it was not civil. He was lost in a foreign place, attitude seemed somewhat fitting for the lord.