I froze, for a moment thinking that I was seeing Aithne Oakforest, but this elf was too young to be Aithne. On second glance I saw the differences between them. The slightly petulant mouth. The spoiled expression on his face. The bored gaze. He had some of his father’s coloring and bone structure, but the hair was too light and the eyes darker. Still, there was no doubt in my mind that this was Glasgian, Aithne’s oldest son. Or at least the oldest surviving one.