A mother always knows

Her morning had been spent bathing and brushing out her fur. After a late night patrol through soggy grounds, she had been too tired to get a good wash in before falling asleep. Listening to the rain patter against the walls of Hearthstone had lulled her faster to sleep than she'd been able to in a long time. Once that was done and she was pleased with her appearance, even flashing herself a smile in her ornate mirror, Bramble slipped from her room and began to make her way down the stairs toward the kitchens. Her stomach would growl quietly in protest at having not eaten since dinner. With breakfast on her mind, she almost didn't notice her mother until Briar's voice reached out to her.

Coming to a stop, her face instantly brightens and her tail wags happily. "Of course," Bramble responds, a laugh on her own tongue as her mother's comment on getting out of the soggy armor. Following Briar to her room that she shared with Artorias, she listened to what her mother had to say with rapt attention. She can feel her cheeks warm as her mother's praise. The ball really had gone well, hadn't it!

"Thank you, mama," her voice is a warm hum as they slip into her mother's room. Closing the door gently behind her, she watches as Briar hangs the armor upon the hook on the wall. Moving in farther to go get comfortable near the fire, she turns to look at Briar, her tail wagging a few times against the plush cushions. "Oh, it was a blast! Dad and Ember were so helpful!" Bramble says first. "It was tough and I was super worried that it would flop, it being my first organized ball and everything," she laughs with a shake of her head.