Where We Came From, Where We Are

The panic of the moment soon gave away to relief once she was able to wrap her mind around the situation. This was Artorias, her brother. As he came towards her, she began to move towards him as well. In time, the small, slender fae was pressed up against his blue chest in an embrace. Time out in the world had taken away all of her baby fat. She was now lean and well muscled. Aside from her change in physique, the girl looked exactly the same. The pirates had found her to be quite pretty, so they insisted that she maintain her appearance. It was better than a lot of the slaves received, so she was happy to do so. Bowen was still Bowen, aside from the mark on her foreleg that was hidden behind the brown leather bracer on her left foreleg.

"I'm sorry to have worried you," she spoke apologetically, though it had been far from her fault. Well, not entirely her fault anyway. She'd been captured, but she'd also been the one to wander off in the first place. Extracting herself from her brother's grasp, Bowen took a step back to look him over. "You grew up a bit," she joked, a smile pulling up the corners of her maw. "What's new since I've been away?"

"Bowen"