Idris. The Shadowhunter country. Luke really hadn't skimped on what he'd decided to reveal to Downworlders and mundanes. A muscle in his jaw twitched but that was the entirety of his reaction to her quiet correction.
"Idris isn't my home." He'd been born there but he remembered very little of the short time he and his parents had spent there. He remembered the Brocelind Plain and being held up by his father's arm before he jumped into Lake Lyn.
He remembered their house, large and hollow, its spacious halls the perfect place for a young boy to scurry around while his parents conferred quietly behind closed doors.
"Manhattan is and that's where I met Luke," he continued neutrally. His parents were the ones that knew him from Idris, he was sure. He wasn't that Lightwood. He'd never be that Lightwood. "Not Idris."
Alec hooked two fingers into his pocket, letting those words settle for a few moments. "I don't know Northumbria. Luke hasn't shared about your home with me like he's shared about Idris with you."
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"Idris isn't my home." He'd been born there but he remembered very little of the short time he and his parents had spent there. He remembered the Brocelind Plain and being held up by his father's arm before he jumped into Lake Lyn.
He remembered their house, large and hollow, its spacious halls the perfect place for a young boy to scurry around while his parents conferred quietly behind closed doors.
"Manhattan is and that's where I met Luke," he continued neutrally. His parents were the ones that knew him from Idris, he was sure. He wasn't that Lightwood. He'd never be that Lightwood. "Not Idris."
Alec hooked two fingers into his pocket, letting those words settle for a few moments. "I don't know Northumbria. Luke hasn't shared about your home with me like he's shared about Idris with you."