Lost Creek Hollow In the morning she said "Listen,"

the boulder chuckled at the comment about a ghost. before she even got his name out terance knew exactly who she was talking about. "gannet," he repeated with encouragement and a few nods of his head, "an old friend of mine, from moonspear." he paused, briefly, wondering if ibis knew what moonspear was... probably... not... he cleared his throat. and he might've clarified, but ibis must not have been listening, because she burst so quickly into a question it caught terance off guard.

at the sudden question, blurted so abruptly, terance's ears pricked upright, his nose twitching as he processed. he didn't even attempt to pair it with gannet, instead, he assumed the question had just been burning a hole through her head since she arrived, and so she needed an answer now. 

he rolled his shoulders, trying to decide how to describe treason to someone as soft as ibis. she was quite literally the exact opposite of ibis, in almost every facet. except, perhaps, that ibis had gotten his judgmental traits, and treason too was quite... opinionated. "well," he finally said, tail flicking, "treason is blunt, sharp, and a bit... forceful. but she's incredibly smart and clear-minded, always knows what she wants." he wondered if treason would approve of that description. a small smile pressed to the corners of his mouth. "don't tell her i said this, but she could also probably kick my ass in a fight." oof -- profanity? did seabreeze use profanity with them? did it matter? she was pretty old by now... whatever. it was a tiny word.