Bramble was busy brushing out her fur, thinking of what tomorrow would entail when her bedroom door burst open. Startled by the sudden loud noise, she starts, whirling around, fur puffing. Her sister's voice rings out unceremoniously as fire opal eyes meet sparkling teal ones. She can't help but smile. The only reason Dusk would ever come to her room is if she were needed.
Coming to stand and moving over to Dusk, she wraps her sister is a large, large hug. Pulling away, she looks at Dusk's face with narrowed eyes, trying to figured out what exactly was going on. "Well, come in, shut the door, you'll let the draft in. Do you want tea? Mead? Wine?" Bramble's voice is jovial, her tail wagging happily as she releases Dusk and moves to sit at the small wooden table their father had had crafted for her room.
bramble's companions are to be assumed near her unless stated otherwise.
Bulwark
Tactician
