Anne nodded sagely, her eyes conveying that she knew exactly of whom Gweneviere spoke without being so crass as to name him aloud in confirmation. "Your father is furious, of course.  Remind me not to drop by for tea for a decade or two."<br/><br/>"I don't envy you.  Where to next?  Is he likely to persue you through Shadow just for wanting to keep your independence?  I know some nice little shadows that can be quite fun."  There is a sparkle of mischief in her eyes, harkening back to conspiratorial troubles they had gotten into together when younger, but now with a bit more of an adult turn to them.