after four rounds of jose cuervo

Haiku didn't have a chance to respond before Bowen's vision was gone. Just completely gone. She gasped, a paw reaching out before her in shock as she tried to ground herself and get oriented. Losing ones sight was terrifying. Add it to the sickness and the general malaise and Bowen wasn't sure how much more she could take.

As she reached out, the copper and cream fae's paw touched a wooden table. There had been no table there before and the blind girl's paw jerked back for a moment before hesitantly creeping forward again. Soft pink pads slid over the smooth glass of a bottle. A bottle that also hadn't been there before. Grasping the bottle in her paw, Bowen pulled it back against her chest and sat still, unseeing eyes wide and unblinking. She truly didn't know what to do, but she was now in the possession of a Small Unfleshed Thought.

Bowen took that little bottle, turned it over in her paw a few times, then gently uncorked it. What else would one do with a thought other than press it against the place where thoughts were formed? The copper and cream fae upended the little bottle right atop her forehead, the liquid running down between her emerald eyes. Then... she waited.

"Bowen"