Lost Creek Hollow and i'll take my armour off

pping marten doing something stupid in the background

upon seeing indra's excitement, terance felt only warmth. warmth that only faded as she uttered a single word following. she knew -- and terance could tell. he took in a heavy breath, nose lowering, as he shook his head solemnly. "your daughter left as well," he said gently, his ears flicking backwards in an apologetic manner. indra's son, larger now than he'd been when they left, moved to press himself against his mother, his own ears pressed to his skull. terance's gaze flicked between the crowd before falling on lucas, who was a bit brighter than the rest of the group.

"nice to meet you, lucas," he returned, returning the warm smile despite feeling guilty. he'd promised indra he'd watch her children, and here he was, telling her that no one else was left. 

he cleared his throat, again. "mona is here," he said, nose twitching, "with a son. his name is ashlar."