Broken Antler Fen Enough to go around

Jasper seized the invitation to elaborate and Tambourine tilted his head, listening raptly to every word. He only recognized Moonspear's name, though the mentions of the caldera were familiar in a very vague way. Perhaps he'd overheard someone talking about their neighbors to the north. He remembered smelling them on his way here, fully intending to stop there first only to wind up staying with Wraen.

Naturally, the mention of a couple's drama made him think briefly of Larkspur, though the intrusive thought faded into the back of his mind as he focused on Jasper's voice. Tambourine wondered what had made his mother think she couldn't bear young. That was one instance where he imagined she must've been so happy to be proven wrong.

The recollections were all spoken in such a fond voice, it made Tambourine hopeful that Lele and Harps felt this way about their nomadic upbringing. Despite her many vices, Spur had helped a handful of people on their travels too. Tambourine had pitched in when he could. He mused about these parallels, though only for a moment.

"We should go and find out," came his reply to Jasper's speculation. "I'd be happy to go with you, if you wouldn't mind the company."