The Great Pumpkins

Affections were freely given and Bowen lost herself in Artorias easily. She could effortlessly give herself up to him right here and now, laying herself down amidst the various squash. The rust and fawn fae had to stop herself from giving in, however. They had business to attend to. Who knew what other plans Art had for them? She couldn't throw their whole trip away just for sex. There would be time for that afterwards. She would make sure of it.

Peeling herself from Artorias, Bowen began moving through the massive field of pumpkins. What had happened here to create so many pumpkins? It was miraculous and magical and she was so, so glad to be sharing this experience with her brother. Bo cast a look over one burnished shoulder as Art told her how many pumpkins they could take with them. She nodded and began trying to narrow down which ones they should haul back to The Hallows. There were so many choices!

Bowen's tail lashed back and forth as she considered the various pumpkins. She knew that she wanted to bring back one of the orange and white speckled ones for sure. A classic orange was a necessity. She really wanted a white and one of the dark greens. There were others that were deep blueish purple and yes, she needed one of those too. The yellow and green striped ones were pretty and what pumpkin patch would be complete without a few of the warty ones as well? Then a thought struck Bowen and she frowned, looking over her shoulder once again towards Artorias. "I didn't know that we were coming so I didn't bring a knife."

"Bowen & Artorias"