Bramble looks to her sisters with a soft smile. "I think Resin has visited quite a few of us," she speaks softly so not to interrupt auntie Io. Her attention returns then to the rest of the story, her own eyes drawing sleepily as the story continued. Death, violence, betrayal, all the evil things that belonged only in the stories. Who could really do so much harm to their own family? It was hard for Bramble to believe, really. "Seems like auntie Io is tired," Bramble says with her own yawn as she moves to lay beside the fire as well. The flames are warm and the night is growing old. Sleep did sound nice... Maybe grandma Resin would visit soon.
"Speech"
bramble's companions are to be assumed near her unless stated otherwise.
Bulwark
Tactician
