Where We Came From, Where We Are

Being back home was... strange. It didn't really feel like home yet. The stone of the castle didn't sway beneath her feet like the ship had. It didn't smell of brine and fish and ocean breeze. She wasn't quite used to it yet. In fact, she'd been having nightmares every time she tried to sleep, so... after a while, she just stopped trying. Seeing her reflection in the water basin in the mornings, she realized how exhausted she looked. There was no helping that.

Not being able to find her opossum was taking its toll on her as well. She hadn't seen Boogie since she'd been stolen away. The last thing she remembered of him was the little, chubby creature waddling quickly after her, but there was no chance of him keeping up. She worried over him greatly. Not knowing whether he was alive or dead really, really bothered her. None in the castle that she'd spoken to had seen him. The caramel cream fae was down in the larder, searching every nook and cranny for sign of the food loving opossum.

A voice sounding from behind her brought the young woman's tired gaze swinging around. Vibrant emerald eyes landed on the massive black and blue form in the doorway. "Artorias," her soft voice was filled with wonder as she looked upon him. He had grown so much since she'd seen him last. She wanted to run to him and have him hold her, but something kept her russet dipped paws rooted to the ground, though she couldn't understand why.

"Bowen"