"Indeed, it did go well," he said with a deep chuckle. Bran was certainly glad for the crisp, fresh air of the lake, even if it felt quite warm. He was glad to have had the bath before and after the hunt - the heat seemed to be killing him, even if it normally wouldn't have been very bad. The sheer thickness of the air (or so it felt) was what was so bad.
"Just sitting here? Don't you think it's humid out?" Bran chuckled once more, but not in a rude or mean way, of course - Bran was better than mocking someone.
"Just sitting here? Don't you think it's humid out?" Bran chuckled once more, but not in a rude or mean way, of course - Bran was better than mocking someone.
