The Summer Bonfire Festival (Year 20)

Embraced in Tate, Bramble is happy. She now can enjoy the bonfire just how she imagined it. Or so that was what she thought… From the corner of her eye, she sees Mercury and Sirius make their way through the crowd. Why were those two doing anything together? Bramble’s brows are quick to knit together until she watches them attempt to shove the Raid King around. Her head cants, confused and annoyed. If it hadn’t been for the Polaris members moving away, trying to go unnoticed and not succeeding, Bramble wouldn’t have done anything.

She steps away from Tate, about to head over to the Polaris members to see why they were making a hasty exit. The tension beginning to grow palpable over the crowd as others begin to notice as well. There is a growing commotion happening and she worries it will ruin the night.

A sigh escapes her as her ears catch the booming tenor of Dusk. Fuck. Bramble thinks to herself as she whirls around to witness her sister commanding those wishing to break rules to leave. No, no, Dusky, please not like this. Bramble pleads in her mind as she changes gears and heads over to stop her sister from continuing on her rant or even worse - attempting to forcefully escort anyone out of territory.

One quick glance around, hoping no one is deterred by the commanding voice that now fades into the embers of the growing fire, Bramble approaches Dusk from the side. “Dusk, the bonfire is growing. Please, will you step down before you singe your fur?” Bramble’s voice is gentle, empathetic, but urgent as her bright teal eyes seek to meet the fiery orbs of her sister. “Let me try and diffuse the situation before we seek out force,” again, Bramble’s voice is gentle, but urging, a sternness as she tries to get her sister to silently understand. If they didn’t want the night to be totally ruined, it would be best they avoid violence. If she could attempt a diplomatic route, the night could proceed as it should…