Teenagers make dumb decisions

The kitchens were a mess with flour and dough sticking to nearly every surface imaginable. If it had not been for Briar coming in to chastise her about the mess when she was about ready to prepare lunch, Bramble would have continued on. With the rest of the patrol already out, Bramble had nothing else to do other than clean her room or practice in the dojo. Both of which she didn't want to do. Cleaning her room meant accepting the fact that Tate was gone and practicing in the dojo meant that war could actually be right on their doorstep at any time. So instead, she decided that baking a variety of breads and muffins were a far better useful thing to be doing.

With Briar sweeping up the floors and Bramble wiping down the last counter so food could actually be prepared, Bramble bid her mother farewell with a quick peck upon her cheek and was soon out the door. Heading through the great hall and toward the front door to see if she could find any pansies or roses to stock in the kitchen, she's surprised to see Ember adorned in her cloak. Stopping in her tracks, she gives her sister a raised brow look of suspicious as she notices that something looks a bit odd beneath the wool positions over her sister's back and shoulders.

"Ember, you're not leaving, are you?" Bramble questions, concern already lacing her expression as she steps closer toward the door to cut Ember off.