Re: The Cadwalladers & Terence
Terence reminded himself that he had Promised Mellie that he'd be good. And that the hippogriff had long since fled the barn through the open door.
He took Cadwallader's hand in a firm grip. "Thank you, Rhys. I can't really take the credit for it. Mellie's the one with the decorative streak."
Turning his attention to his little girl, he held out his arms for his always necessary welcoming hug. "How's my girl?" he asked with a grin.