Bramble nods softly, listening seriously to her father's words. Unlike the Raiders, raiding was taken seriously and any attempt on their lands would be handled as such. She wondered when she would get her first taste of one... Her thoughts were pulled back though at her father's mention of Nelu interacting with a Raider boy. Eyes going wide for a moment before she lets out a sigh and a small laugh. "Ah, well, Nelu is quite the feisty one," Bramble offers, her lips pulling up in a tense smile as she watches her father move the Raider's effigy back to the boreal islands. An interesting place of living if she had any opinion about it.
Thankful that the conversation moved ever onward, Bramble met her father's gaze with a matching tender smile. Her face beams with joy and pride as he congratulates her on the success of the Harvest Ball. Her smile begins to widen, her tail beating gently between her legs. If only her father knew just exactly how in her element she had felt. Even if planning the ball had been stressful, she had had support the whole way. Up till the night of, she had worried it would be a disaster, but by the end, everything had gone off without error. Ember had been more than helpful and with everyone else pitching in, it was surely a night Bramble would remember forever.
Then her father motions to sit at the table, she quickly takes a seat beside him. In her chest, her heart beats heavily, almost frantic. What was this about? Her head tilts slightly as she listens to him speak. He wanted to know her feedback? Hm. Taking a moment to think, she can't help but smile. "Oh, it was fantastic!" Bramble exclaims, her tail wagging happily once more, brushing against the ornate seat she sits in. "I was so worried leading up to the moment, but once it was all setup, it was perfect. I couldn't have asked for a more perfect night! Everyone was so helpful and listened and gave such good advice," her smile widens again as she meets her teal gaze to her father's fiery eyes. "I would love nothing more than to be able to host one every year," Bramble says, placing a paw upon the table as she then wonders why her father was asking. "Is there something about the ball that you needed to talk about?" She questions, her head tilting once more, making sure to push any nervousness she might feel deep down in her chest.
"Speech"
Bulwark
Tactician
