Teryus sat back down, nodding as she spoke. He listened with interest, then grinned.<br/><br/>"Nae worries, miss. We all 'ave our days." As she spoke about living here, he nodded again, then shrugged.<br/><br/>"Et's a'right, I reckon. Quiet, peaceful, too. But..." He waved one hand, brows furrowed as he sought the right word. "There's...I dunno. It's nice, but there's this...not-quite-right-ness. Like, the island's only got th' patience faer us tae come covert tha' one time a month." Another gravelly chuckle. "An' tae be totally honest, I prefer a good sunrise e'ery so often. Moonrise, tae. The twilight is nice, but..." Another shrug. "Dunno. 've foun' a few spots in my travels tha'd put this one in a dead heat, as far as good livin' spots go."<br/><br/>The Gilnean studied her as she grew quiet and he did his best to fight off a frown. He raked a hand through his hair, turning to stare out over the sea.<br/>"Though, et's 'ard tae find a good view o' th' sea. Reminds me o' home. From Gilneans, yae see. Born an' raised inland - well, it<i>used</i>tae be inland, now et's got a lovely view - but when I's but a bairn, was never tae far from the sea." Bright azure eyes flashed in the dark as memories flitted through his mind. "Course, I's never much faer sailin', but tha' doesnae keep me from enjoyin' et." A warm smile was turned to her.<br/><br/>"Name's Teryus, by th' way. Might I ask yaer name, dear lady?" The appellation may not have been needed, but he had a feeling he was speaking with a woman of stature, at least among her own people, if not in the Horde proper.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>