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His laugh was… attractive. Could laughs be attractive? She wasn’t sure, but she did know that she could easily listen to him laugh for hours and never tire of it. Maybe she should get him to laugh more, but would he like her if she was sillier? Or did he prefer a more serious woman? He had been into Talyssa after all. Just thinking about Quill being with her sister made her heart falter, insides growing cold and a sense of guilt fluttering through. Was hanging with Quill the right thing to do?

Doubt fills her mind as he comes to sit beside her on the clover and grass. His body heat radiated from his large form and felt nice beneath the shade of the maple tree. Looking at him was hard, too. Glancing at his blush and ice eyes made her throat tighten and mouth go dry. That look he gives her makes her want to melt into a puddle. Why did he have to have such a hold on her silly girl emotions!? Ugh!

Thankfully Quill asked her about herself and Bramble smiled in return, stifling a bit of a giggle. “What makes Bramble Bramble? Oh, I’m not sure you’re ready for that!” She teased, her lips curling further as she let loose that feminine laugh. “I think what makes Bramble Bramble is that I’m a good mix of my parents. Adventurous and noble like my father, but also shy and serene like my mother. I’m a bit too shy though, lacking confidence, I guess? Not that I haven’t proved I’m good, but jeez, I’m related to the Aegis of The Hallows. Those are some big shoes to fill!” Wait, did she even know what shoes were? Whatever, you get it.

“I like to spar, and learn and expand my knowledge on the relations between packs. All that political nonsense is interesting to me,” Bramble shrugs, suddenly feeling the weight of being the center of attention pressing down on her. She was not good under that sort of pressure when it came to speaking. “Is, uh, that something you think it interesting?” The question left before she could really register what she said. C’mon, really Bram? You just met the guy!