Wapun Meadow Sing, Bluebird, sing

There was that nickname again. It didn't really bother him, though Tambourine didn't fancy himself that young anymore. He was fully grown, according to Stark, and stood taller than many of the adults he knew. Speaking of which, the stranger tried to reach out and touch his forehead. He didn't mind it—he actually bent down to accommodate her—though he blinked a little awkwardly at the contact. Was it customary for two strangers to touch like this?

"Yeah, I live at Marauder's Keep," he replied, figuring it counted as around here somewhere. "I'm Tambourine," he added. "What's your name? And do you live around here?"