It Would Make Him Happy

Thunder reverberated loudly off of the stone castle walls. Rain came down in waves, turning the castle grounds into a muddy, waterslicked mess. No one would be going outside today. They were all trapped inside while the clouds let loose on The Hallows. Bowen supposed that it was as good a time as any to fulfill her promise to Artorias. He wanted her to get to know Briar and claimed that it would make him happy. Really, Bowen hadn't wanted to. It didn't seem important to her, but it was important to Art. So with a sigh, Bowen parted ways with her brother who went off to do Aegis things and made her way towards where she thought the antlered fae might be.

By Bowen's third stop, she finally found Briar resting in the main hall. Despite the tepid weather, a fire had been built in the hearth to eat away at the dampness that the rain would bring. Honeyed ears tucked against Bowen's crown for a moment before smoothing out once more. This was her home. She had no reason to feel awkward about moving around it. The cream and copper fae could go where she wished. She kept reminding herself that this was for Art. He didn't ask for much, so she'd acquiesce to his wishes this once. It wasn't too tall a task to ask for, afterall.

Moving into the room on quiet pink pads, the small fae moved first towards the fire, absorbing a bit of its warmth. She cast a side-eye at Briar before looking back into the flickering flames. "So Art wants us to get to know one another," she began in her typical smooth tones. "A little awkward, eh?" She case another side eye, one russet brow lifting along with the corner of her maw.

"Bowen"