scry me a river

Determined to be as tranced as the familiars told her to be, Bramble was struggling. She was used to moving and wiggling and playing! Sitting still and focusing was difficult. Nearly defeated and trying her hardest, she heard the slither of another pup slink down in front of her.

The tickle of her brothers paws against her toe hairs made one eye pop open. “Keeeaaaa,” Bramble whined in a dramatic fashion as her shoulders slumped forward. “I don’t think I’m supposed to drink it,” her voice is all too curious as well as she peers down at the bowl. “I’m trying to scry but I don’t think it’s gonna work,” Bramble tilts her chin down to peer at the quivering  surface of the liquid. No matter how hard she squinted, all she saw was her and her brother’s reflections.