Bramble gives a chuckle as he exclaims that the stars had fallen into the waters. To her, all she knew came from old relics and books found in her aunt's library. One that she spent many hours in, having Meadow help her learn to read and scouring over the texts for any and all knowledge of old times. Creatures known as humans used to roam these lands and did something called research to figure out what exactly caused this specific phenomenon. Of course, not all wolves believed it and Bramble was okay with it. While magic could and probably did exist, she had only really seen once or two instances ever happen within their lands.
She looks over to him as he explains that magic is indeed everywhere. "The closest to magic that I've experienced is meeting a ghost," Bramble admits, a shy smile playing on her lips as she remembers the ghost that had harassed her in the castle. Throwing things and shouting nonsense. It had been quite the moment for young Bramble. Pulled from her memories, she turns to smile at Eltrys. "Bramble Carpathius," she offers in return, a dip of her muzzle to him. "What brings you here to Auster, Eltrys?" She asks, her head tilting lightly to the side.
"Speech"
bramble's companions are to be assumed near her unless stated otherwise.
Bulwark
Tactician
