Making her way from the grove toward the castle, Bramble was surprised when an old lady's squeaky howl hit the summer air. Pausing a moment, the young princess glances around until she spies the bonfire crackling off toward the other side of the plains. Her head tilts lightly before a smile warms her face. Pushing forward, she stretches out her long legs to eat up the dried grasses and dirt to make her way over to the small gathering. A noise of delighted surprise escapes her as she spies Dusk and Aunty Io already laid out on the furs around the fur.
"Miss Dusk, a pleasure to see you again," Bramble leans down into a play bow. Her grin spreads as she stands with her tail sweeping behind her and a little laugh clear in the tone of her words. Closing the space between herself and her sister, Bramble places a sweet sisterly kiss on Dusk's cheek before moving over toward Iolaire. "Aunty Io, this bonfire is amazing! You do this all yourself?" She grins again as she reaches down to nuzzle Iolaire's scruff for a moment before making her way to stretch out across one of the soft furs. Relaxed and warmed by the evening bonfire, Bramble glances around and also keeps tabs on their surroundings as she waits for Iolaire to begin.
"Speech"
bramble's companions are to be assumed near her unless stated otherwise.
Bulwark
Tactician
