Some nights, Bramble would not sleep. It wasn't that she didn't want to, her brain wouldn't shut off. With the whipping of the wind against the castle walls, it wouldn't matter how hard she covered her ears. Sleep wasn't happening. Tossing and turning, finally kicking off her hide blanket, she lay there, staring the ceiling. Her ravens nestle together, bracing against the draft that seeps in from the exterior roof. Releasing a defeated sigh, she slips from her room, down the floors to the grand entry and leaves Hearthstone.
Finding her way toward the coast with the wind twirling around her, she nearly allows it to guide her to the shore. Standing atop the cliff as she had before, she peers down to the shimmering water that appears to be settling down. Waiting a few more moments before descending the weathered stairs down to the sand, Bramble braces against the wall to avoid particles in her eyes or from being knocked over.
Once she can safely make it to the beach, she stops to look around a moment. Seemingly deserted, the princess begins her midnight stroll. Hoping to wear her mind and body out, she thinks of the many things that had been going on lately. Her siblings getting older, herself getting older, others dying, the circle of life domineering in such a way that it frightened her. What was to happen when her parents passed? She doesn't want to think of that now... No, not yet.
Letting out a sigh before inhaling a deep breath, Bramble is surprised to scent someone else. Pausing a moment to assess, she waits. With the storm dying down, the beach is a wild mess of different scents. Salt, sea life, fish, grass, gentle herbs, but that one wolf scent is tracking stronger as she takes a few steps forward. Yet, she can't see anyone, no matter how hard she peers into the shimmering darkness.
"Speech"
Bulwark
Tactician
