Oh, Father of Mine

It had been a little bit since she'd approached her father about training. Not fight training, they did that plenty. Artorias was a great teacher and a wonderful father. Always there when she needed him, but this time, she wanted to address the other topic she was interested in.

Bramble's long strides eat up the stone floor and stairs as she makes her way down from her room. She could tell fall was around the corner by the way the colors changed in the gardens outside the window. Pausing every so often to admire the sprawling lands around Hearthstone, Bramble couldn't help but smile. It was home. Making sure to greet anyone and everyone she passed, the Carpathian princess would turn down toward the lower floors where the meeting room lay.

Traveling down the all-too-familiar hallway, she makes it to the end and before entering the council room, she peeks into the dojo. Ah, a room that she both enjoyed and resented. How many times had she bruised herself taking out those training dummies? As she was done reminiscing, Bramble turned from the dojo and went across the hall and into the council room. Once in there, she pauses to admire the large stone table with all of its intricate carvings. Whoever had created it had been a genius.

Walking up to the table, Bramble lifts a paw to brush along the tabletop. Polished and smooth, she wanders around the large stone piece until she is at the back of the room. There she would sit at the table next to where her father would normally sit. Taking her seat, she smooths out her fur and makes sure the ribbons attached to the cuff around her tail aren't tangled. There she waits, as patiently as she can which is... not very patient. If anyone knew Bramble, they knew that she could hardly sit still for more than a few minutes at a time, but for her father, she would try. She wanted to be on the High Council one day and that meant sitting still.

"Speech"