Morning Glory [Valhallan Harvest Festival, Opening of Day Two]

to say that Bran was excited to visit another place outside of that boring den and lake... was an understatement. his little paws danced with excitement as Ma lead them forward, shoving Gimli roughly and winking at Beryl. he had been loudly protesting, saying it was unfair that his cousins got to go and they didn't. when Ma finally relented, he did a lap around the den to celebrate. that made him immediately tired, and immediately glad that Ma said they'd go tomorrow. he wanted to sleep, but now he didn't. his eyes were wide and his senses alert.

spotting immediately the singing lady, he'd race over to her. the first non-Klein wolf he'd met outside of Tree Trunk Sirius. she was a lot more attractive than him too. "Hi!" he barked at her, little tail wagging excitably. he was within sight of Dutch so he felt better about being a total nuisance to another person. bouncing around the woman's legs, he'd ponder where to knaw on her first. maybe her toes. they looked fun to bite. "I'm Godbrand!" he'd add in proudly, sticking his little chest out as if this was the best name ever. Ahlberg-Klein died on his lips easily. he was too little to even remotely remember all that jazz.