Wapun Meadow Sing, Bluebird, sing

The stranger called out to him, her voice a friendly, feminine lilt. Tambourine's smile widened and he took a few more steps toward her. His head cocked at her pet name, as well as her question, and he paused to think for a moment. Why shouldn't he be out here alone? Was he in some sort of danger? He looked side to side, then back at her, and suddenly wondered if Stark would be angry with him for wandering off by himself. He really hadn't done it intentionally and certainly didn't mean to displease the man that was, for all intents and purposes, his father. He coughed a little sheepishly.

"I am..." Tambourine replied. "I'm exploring." He paused, flicking his head to get his flopped ear out of his eye, only for it to fall right back over it. "How about you?" His eyes wandered over her figure, which was rather easy on said eyes, before meeting her cool mint gaze.