Lost Creek Hollow yeh you've had enough

terance nodded, still feeling a bit guilty. "i grew up knowing lasher and blue willow to be mates," he said, a little gentler this time, "i don't think i ever heard stories of rowan-- i just remember her name." his ears pricked at the name eilidh, which he knew vaguely-- just to be the sister. along with deirdre and... ah, he couldn't remember the dark ones name. he remembered deirdre though-- she had such a way with her words that always made little terance happy. if he'd grown up in donnelaith, he might've fallen for her quicker than he'd fallen for even lyra. 

he smiled a bit at mona's own story. "my mother told me that," he replied... or something similar to the sort. "the last litter i knew blue willow to have was two girls. i think i was told that they possessed thee most magick." truthfully, terance didn't understand the magic... but he was a romantic, so he himself always believed in it.

to mona's final comment-- terance didn't know what to think. here all along. well, he hadn't actually been here very long... and, from him what else could she want? he didn't have much information. together they made one full story of donnelaith-- at least, a more complete one, but terance doubted that he could be the answer to her questions. to anyone's questions, for that matter. "i'm sorry it took so long to find me," he chimed back anyway, a wistful smile pressed to his dark features.