Arrow Lake What a fine time to be alive

terance couldn't tell... it'd been a while since he'd had any truly lighthearted conversations... but was she-- flirting? or just extra peppy? he pondered it, wondering if it mattered, and noted how she again danced closer to him, this time close enough to touch, if he so chose to. he merely smiled at her comment, caught up in his own thoughts. 

"onyxia," he observed gently, muzzle raising slightly in thought, "i don't have a name for it-- it's merely next door to my home." how boring, terance. this is why alya called you so boring all those years ago. how cruel to think of that now. 

"why don't you name it?" he offered next, head tilting to one side.