The Great Pumpkins

Bowen raced through the sea of multicolored globes. There was such joy in her heart that she couldn't help but smile as she moved.  Pumpkins! Everywhere! As Artorias came up behind her, Bowen turned to catch his words. He wanted to take some back to the castle so that they could start their own pumpkin patch. Again Bo gave a little wiggle as her copper tinted tail lashed from side to side. Their very own pumpkins. It would be a fitting memorial to their mother, she thought. Bo was intent on making the pumpkin patch in the are where they had buried Resin. Twice.

Turning, the young fae moved forward towards her brother and nuzzled into his chest, emerald eyes closing with the action. He'd brought her all this way just to make her happy. Just another way that he showed how much he loved her. Again, Bo wondered if they would have been like this if she'd been here the whole time. Had they gone through the ups and downs of growing up together, would they have cared about one another as much? She liked to think that they would still have been this close. Too close by some standards, but never close enough for the affectionate fae.

Reaching up, Bowen extended her slender neck kissing her brother's blue chin before placing a soft kiss upon his lips. "Thanks for thinking of me, Art. I needed this." It was nice to get out and away. This little adventure of theirs was a nice distraction from the tumultuous thoughts and emotions that ran rampant through her mind on a daily basis. Here, with him, in this place full of round treasures, Bowen was happy.

Peeling herself away, Bo moved back through the pumpkins, moving at a slower pace this time. "Which ones do you think we should take back? A few of each?" She didn't know how much weight he could comfortably haul at the moment. They could choose several smaller pumpkins and he might be okay. If he wasn't, then the pumpkins would stay. The health and safety of Artorias was more important than some silly gourds.

"Bowen"