that feeling when your favorite song comes on

"Casimir Svyet," she tries his name and catalogs it into her memory. "Armadan Warrior?" Bramble questions, a brow raised in curiosity. "Do you seek anything in the markets today or are you on duty?" There is a teasing light to her words as she smiles at him, stepping away from the stall so that others could peer at the wares.

She watches as he smiles at her, explaining that he might know someone better than himself. Her question then perhaps answered when he admits he has only recently joined the Armada ranks. Bramble clicks her tongue, shaking off his apology and embarrassed demeanor. "Everyone must start somewhere, no?" She questions, trying to help him feel better than he might be feeling. Having been raised amongst the hustle and bustle of the castle, she was no stranger to socialization.

"Bramble"