Having sunk deep into his own depressive thoughts over his current predicament, Terence found himself startled by the rather more cheery fairy who skipped up and greeted him with an ebullience that contrasted starkly with his own dismal gloominess.

"Oh, hey Ingrid" he replied sullenly, scanning her briefly and wandering at the cause of her damp wings, though he didn't have the presence of mind to inquire on the subject. Afterall, she was a water fairy, wasn't she? And Ingrid seemed to be drenched about half of the time he saw her, it wasn't that out of place.

Terence just shook his head and cast his eyes to the ground when Ingrid asked him about the cause of his woes, frustrated that he couldn't seem to get his mind set on the right course of action to set the situation to rights.
"Ugh, where do I even start" he sighed, shuffling his feet in the dirt "there's been a problem with--" Terence's response was suddenly cut short as he heard a third voice, his eyebrows knitting into a curious frown as he peered around Ingrid just in time to recognise Crispin as he greeted him.

"Nah, it's not Tink" replied Terence, waving off the comment regarding his unfortunately absent best fried as he eyed the flames that danced around Crispin's hands. 
"It's just... Fairy Gary gave me an important job to do while he was away at the mainland. I've been in charge of Pixie Dust distribution but I've messed up somehow and three smidges are missing. I have no idea what's happened to it and if I don't find out where it's been going he's gonna cut my job trial short and never trust me again!" Terence's voice got more and more frantic as he related his story to the pair until he was standing on top of the pebble on which he had been seated and waving his hands about like a lunatic.

With his predicament off his chest, Terence sighed and his arms drooped as he dumped his clipboard down onto his little pebble seat and slumped down beside it.
"Sorry you guys...I'm having a bad day."