it's my party, I'll cry if I want to

Bramble

Though Bramble enjoyed to chatter, she also happened to be a good listener. Intent, purposeful, and caring, Bramble wanted everyone to know that she was interested in whatever it was they had to say. Even if she had not a single clue as to what they were talking about, she would listen. This time was the case as she understood exactly what Stratum was talking about. Her chin would nod slowly in agreement. That much was true. Outwardly, she was bubbly, social, and could be the life of the party. Yet, her brain was always running in overtime so she often got overwhelmed and would babble to try and calm herself down. It was an… odd sort of coping mechanism but one that seemed to work out for her.

“Our family doesn’t exactly know what personal space means,” Bramble spoke with humor in her voice as she let out a soft laugh. Continuing to drag her sharp cat-like claw through the dark and damp sand, she almost let out a sigh until she felt Stratum’s equally large paw bump against her’s. Glancing back up at him as her own tail thumped against the packed sand, she nodded more vigorously this time. “Awe yeah, that sounds great!” Her lips widened her smile as she picked up her paw and bumped his back.

“I haven’t had much of a chance to explore. Dad got us here just in time for the party so we didn’t exactly get to relax before today,” she exaggerates a sigh as she leans over and plops her head down against the grainy earth. Above them, stars twinkled silently as clouds passed overhead. It sure was beautiful up here - even if it were a tad chilly. “Do you have a favorite place?” Bramble asks as her teal eyes trail from the sky to her uncle-cousin-whateveritisthatheis with curiosity sparkling in her own gaze. She really did try to make everyone feel special.

Bramble Carpathius

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it's my party, I'll cry if I want to

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