Wine and Sour Grapes

Returning to land had been a difficult change for Bowen. As such, she felt the itch to move and explore. Though only recently returned home, the young woman already wandered far from the castle, trying to soothe her itchy, travel hungry paws. Today's adventure led her to an interesting place where grapes hung from thick, healthy vines like great purple globes. With winter arriving in the northern reaches, summer had just begun here. The air was warm and humid and the grapes seemed to be thriving in such a climate. Bowen wondered if she could harvest some of the bunches to take back home as a treat to her family.

Movement nearby brought russet colored ears shifting. The girl's emerald gaze fell upon the form of another. Long, dark legs and orange colored fur; Bowen was familiar with this type of canid. "Hello," the girl spoke, her voice carrying across the distance between herself and the other woman. She didn't want to startle the fae or be rude by not giving a greeting.


"Bowen"