The Missing Piece

Briar plucked another bunch of grapes from the vine and placed them in the steadily filling basket near by as she continued her work to prune and harvest her grape vines. With the Auster fall in full swing she knew that this would likely be her last chance to harvest them before the chill took them and had even begun covering some of the plants that had begun to go dormant for the season. She was glad she had taken the time to transplant a few vines from the Cathedral down south though since she was now going into the winter with a much better store of wine than they had last year.

She paused her work though as her daughter’s voice caught her attention, making her ears perk with interest as she turned her head to look at Talyssa. Briar smiled warmly, her tail wagging gently as the Carpathian greeting she was given. She was enjoying watching their children pick up their father’s family language and was doing her best to reinforce that knowledge when she could. "Buna draga," she responded in turn, stepping away from her work to nuzzle Talyssa’s cheek. At the question of whether she had time to talk, Briar nodded in agreement, settling down on her haunches with her long tail curling across her feet. “Of course! The grapes can certainly wait. I’ll always make time for you,” she assured her daughter with a soft chuckle. “What did you want to talk about?”

"Briar Carpathius"