> “WEE DINGWALL!”
> The young lad straitens up. Turning around till spotting his father just behind him. A small smile on the side of his mouth and he hugs him; having not seen him very often due to work.
> Lord Dingwall pats him on the side of his shoulder, gratefully accepting the hug. “An’ how have ye been son? Keeping out of trouble and helpin’ yer Mum and sisters?”
- Brave. “I am Mérida, firstborn descendant of Clan DunBroch, and I’ll be shooting for my own hand!” (x)
3 days until Brave!