Broken Antler Fen Indigo

She seemed particularly pleased about the mention of kids. Tambourine felt a jolt of guilt. He liked to think he'd done well by Lele and Harps, though he could never forget the others. It had been Larkspur who'd killed them with her negligence, yet Tambourine held himself responsible in part. He never should've given into temptation. Hormones were really no excuse. Well, he would never make that mistake again, he'd seen to that.

Banishing thoughts of Spur from his mind, he told Wraen, "I raised a couple daughters. And part of that was telling them tall tales, when I wasn't busy torturing them with dad jokes. So I've got tons of experience with dragons, witches and all manner of folks from fantasy land." Tambourine lifted his left paw to tap his temple—revealing two missing toes—then set it down and admitted, "Still dunno what a poltergeist is though..."