Arrow Lake What a fine time to be alive

terance gave a weak, apologetic smile, his head lowing in a dip to ask a silent forgiveness. "didn't mean to startle you," he said, voice deep and warm as it always was. it was less pitiful today than it had been lately, but of course, it was maybe understandable that terance had been so down in the dumps and mopey. 

"i'm alright-- and yourself?" he returned the question, head raising along with his ears, which cupped forwards to better hear her response. and, finally, a formality. "my name is terance, of sunspire."