Wapun Meadow downtown

It was odd to her that he'd go from Tristan to Tristanbee, it didn't sound as cool as the other options - but if he was happy then Ibis was happy. She smiled and fanned her tail, alert and interested in whatever answer she got for her little question. The name he presented was more of a sneeze and it made her squint for a second, tilt her head as if her ears weren't working. Tristanbee was certainly better than whatever that was he'd tried to say.

Oh, I see. Kind of like -- my brother is Okeanos, but I call him Okee... Her commentary was a bit more subdued, more like an observation she was making to herself as she turned a bit glassy-eyed and distracted. Her smile set back up on her little face afterwards though and she looked around, reminded of her brother and curious if he was nearby. You're sure you don't want to travel with us? We're looking for another kid around our age who we used to live with, um.. His name is Mali. Maybe if you run in to him you can tell him we're looking?