What had it been, in that moment of corporal promise? A cat? Bragi had always thought his patronus would be a cat, and his little brother Thor had theorised the same thing, but no... it had been too small for a cat. Still, he'd never cast the spell so successfully before, and so his brief disappointment swiftly gave way to pride. He'd try again some other time; and could only get better.

For now he immediately lowered his wand, for a young woman wandered along the path as the last of the blue haze dissolved. She was a lovely-looking girl (and really rather tall!), but seeing her scarred face and the fact that she'd clearly done her own hair, Bragi could not help but feel a pang of awkwardness somewhere in the region of his throat. His parents had always made it clear who he should mix with, and — more importantly — who he should not mix with.

But she was friendly, and they were alone, and Bragi was in a whole new country now. So he smiled. "I almost had it... almost", he promised as he returned his wand to his trouser pocket. "What form do you suppose yours would take?"