Meet the neighbors

Sedna nodded her understanding. Her own mother certainly wouldn’t have been content with a message, “I don’t make a habit of it, but he offered some relief from my nieces incessant questions, so I figured keeping an eye on him was the least I could do.” She was still reluctant about offering her name, old world suspicions ground into her bones from a tender age. There was power in a name, and so she carefully tucked this one away somewhere safe.

Despite her trepidation, the Archer-Lyall knew she should be safe if she dropped part of it, at least until she was sure, and surely her mother had better standing with the fair folk than her father did. “Sedna Archer.” She finally offered with a small smile. “We haven’t been here long, but there are many things that are strange to us, so you have my apologies for not escorting him straight home.” That and they were clearly travel weary. They would have gotten there eventually, it would have been rude to not at least declare their presence if they happened to be in the area.