Bramble had insisted she help her father with the preparations. As one of his eldest daughters, and one who strived to be on the council one day, she felt it her duty to assist. Even if it hurt. She knew it didn't hurt her as much as it hurt her father, Gloom, Laeta, or Sota, but it still hurt. The news had come suddenly with the return of Gloom and Gloom alone. She remembered the day starkly in her memories. On her own return from visiting the grove for berries, she had been surprised to over hear the conversation. Tears still pricked at her eyes. Audra had been like an aunt to her, someone she could rely on and confide in if she ever needed it.
Standing before the funeral pyre, it as perhaps the one and only day that Bramble didn't wear a smile. Her eyes were misty, nose sniffling as she spared a glance toward her father. Beneath the cloak, it is difficult to see his face, but she knows. Audra had meant a lot to him. Releasing a sigh, she moves to touch her cheek to his shoulder before anyone else arrives. "Inima ei stă pentru totdeauna în a ta," her voice is hoarse as the tears finally come. Waiting a moment more, Bramble finally pulls away as Art readies to call for everyone else.
Moving to take her seat around the funeral pyre, Bramble watches her siblings and the rest of the pack file in.
"Speech"
bramble's companions are to be assumed near her unless stated otherwise.
Bulwark
Tactician
