Although Bragi was evidently received as a gracious sort, and for what it's worth was more polite than most, he felt he paled in comparison to Mr Sterling, who was almost overwhelmingly charming. For all his achievements and qualities, the older fellow was very modest, and not stingy with his social graces. Bragi felt he had a rolemodel right here, but to hit those heights would be to reach the moon.

Reminding himself to nip back another time and learn a bit about the estate from the stableman, Bragi kept his grateful attentions on Mr Sterling, and joined a light chuckle of embarrassment. ”Oh, not to worry. I didn’t notice”, he fibbed cleanly, a faint smile on his white face. Bragi Holm was a foreign name, rarely mastered on first attempt.

Bragi glanced briefly towards the direction of the horses, keen to meet his new equine friend, but he would not be so insolent as to utter his keenness outloud. He was content with the present company, after all; more than content.