Bragi's first two weeks in the country had proved quite the adventure. He'd bought a horse, lost (then found) a cat, made new friends, conducted profitable business, and even attended a Ball. And that wasn't to mention all the new questions, musings and curiosities that had taken root in the young man's mind. But this evening was free of thought. Warm, gentle evenings like this one had that kind of effect on Bragi. As the sun shone beautifully low but still so bright despite the latening hour, he roamed Padmore Park along what had swiftly become his "usual" route, and breathed in the sweet air of late spring.

Such was his pleasant mood, when he realised nobody else was in the vicinity, the elfin chap took the great liberty of flopping onto the manicured grass, hands beneath his head, smiling up at the cobalt blue sky. "Ahh~" sighed Bragi. Life was a fine thing.