Strangers in strange places

An explorer at heart, Bowen's paws led her many places. Today they led her to a great stretch of woodland that seemed shrouded by mist. The young fae didn't fear much, so it didn't cross her mind that she shouldn't go inside without being accompanied by another. Haiku or Artorias surely would have come with her, but sometimes a lady just needed some time to herself. Pushing into the woodland without a second thought, Bowen moved along, her nose lifted so that she could stare upwards into the dark, fingerlike branches that reached out above her. Not exactly paying attention to the ground in front of her, she didn't see the horned boy until it was too late. With an Oof of alarm, Bowen tripped over the rolling form and landed face first in the grass on the other side of him, belly to belly with a stranger. How great.

"Bowen"