Bramble is content to watch. Her talents lie upon the counters and within the stoves of the kitchen rather than the intricate instruments nearly lost in the pages of old books. She sits, leaning against the piano, admiring the moment between her father and Mercury and then Ember and the piano. It was as if her sister was made to sit upon the stool before them now.
As Mercury pressed the keys, falling into memories of what once way, Bramble is amazed. Her eyes widen and a smile breaks out over her muzzle. The song that he plays is beautiful. Even the keys that Ember touches sound as if they were meant to be. Caught up in the beautiful sound for a moment, she can't believe she's never heard of anything so wonderful before.
Suddenly, it gives her an idea. "Oh Mercury, you must play at the next Fall Ball! Ember could learn and play with you too!" Bramble exclaims, her tail thumping against the cool stone beneath her. "Imagine all of us twirling and dancing around the floor while your music leads our paws," her voice is breathy and filled with wonder as she stands and walks over to her father. Holding out a paw, Bramble smiles at Artorias. "Dance with me, Tati?" She asks.
"Speech"
bramble's companions are to be assumed near her unless stated otherwise.
Bulwark
Tactician
