Broken Antler Fen Absolute zero

He grinned the instant her heard her voice, raising his head as Wraen waxed poetic about some dude named Narcissus. When she made a jest about how his appearance might not translate well to a plant—presumably the punishment to which she had alluded—Tambourine placed a paw over his chest.

"You wound me," he jested, placing his foot back on the ground as she ran through a brief mental catalog of inanimate objects that might suit him better. Wraen asked him if he had a preference, while noting no magical creature worth its salt would check in prior to casting a curse.

"I'd be a drop of water," Tambourine said after taking several moments to mull it as if the question were rather serious. "I've been moving along all my life, from one place to another, like a river or stream. And now I've reached my final resting place, like a calm pond, where I'll stay still until I get sucked up into the sky..." He paused after this profound declaration, frowning and laughing slightly as he admitted, "It sounded better in my head."