Hushed Willows Quixote

What a cool name! Tambourine listened attentively as he spun his tale, his eyes going wide when Warbone mentioned falling off a cliff. "You didn't die?" he blurted, unaware of the idiocy of such a question. The idea that someone could forget who he was caused the youngster to lapse into contemplative silence. He didn't realize his very own mother had gone through something terribly similar, with a much more horrible ending.

Of course, he was aware of Tavi's demise, yet it hadn't had much of a lingering effect on him, at least on the surface. "What's a nomad?" Tambourine wondered, glancing between Warbone and Stark. He wasn't the brightest bulb in the chandelier but he sensed something pass between the two adults.