Amongst The Cattails

Bowen was content to let Jynn take the lead. The ladies made small talk as they walked from one area to the next. The smaller fae's viridian gaze lit up as the smooth flowing creek came into view. The little swimming ducks, the gentle babbling of the stream, the smell of water... it was much nicer here than at the grape grove, though she had appreciated the beauty of the place.

Jynn questioned her and Bowens russet ears shifted backwards for a moment. "No," she began, her tones soft. "My family is in The Hallows. My mother, Resin, she started the pack." Bowen didn't want to think about her deceased mother, so she moved towards the edge of the creek, bending down to take a drink of the clean, crisp water before continuing. "I wandered away as a pup and was 'collected' by a band of pirate slavers. I only recently returned to the mainland." Casting her gaze at Jynn, Bowen directed the question at the other woman as well. "And you?"

"Bowen"