Moonspear you say you love the way the storms blow

"oh..." terance murmured, ears swiveling down. he liked to think he was a perfect mixture of both of his beloved parents. he had all of dante's brawn and street smarts, while still maintaining his mothers earthy naivety. he liked it, and it made him feel closer to his parents, maybe that's why he assumed it was insulting-- he was just sort of protective over them. "sorry," he added with a light dip of his nose.

"nothin' wrong with staying to one end though," he added, no longer defensive, merely thoughtful, "i mean it's great to be well-rounded, but if you've devoted your whole life to one thing you gotta be good at it." which was true, at least he assumed. though, he would never claim to be bad at either of his trades, and he liked to think he devoted equal time to both.