Moonspear Sweet child o' mine

Rannoch snorted lightheartedly at Wraen's response, knowing all too well of what she was betokening. From what Rannoch had seen, it was apparent that Terance was very self-aware. His consciousness on the matter wasn't a bad thing, at least in Rannoch's eyes it wasn't, and at times he found it both charming and humorous. 

When Rannoch had realized that Wraen had caught his observation, he lowered his ears briefly out of embarrassment. "No, not at all," he replied meekly. Feeling as though the two could relate, he added, "My brother, Cypress, and I are the same. I take after my father and he..." he paused and ransacked his memory for who Cypress had taken after, "takes after our.... great-grandfather?" Sure, that sounded right. 

He nodded as what he learned about her family, finding himself particularly fond of the fact that she had some younger siblings back at home. "That potato stage has always been my favorite," he mused with a softened expression. "They're just so... cute."