ardent

Peace Treaty

Bowen



Briar

The Hallows
Lady of Cinder

Master Fighter (245)

Master Intellectual (240)

An icon representing the specialty Bulwark Bulwark

An icon representing the specialty Bard Bard

age
6 Years
gender
Female
gems
442
size
Large
build
Light
posts
715
player
Shelby

How many times do I have to teach you a lesson?! Ooh La LaSamhain 2022LegendaryPride - DemisexualTeacher
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01-31-2022, 07:36 PM
One of the wolves that she had in her list of needing to connect with them once she got settled in The Hallows was Bowen, but until now she was struggling to figure out a reason why. Even though they had made a slight connection while she was here during one of her visits before it still felt difficult to approach the smaller woman that she was still deviding Artorias' time with. She finally managed to bring it up to Artorias while they were talking one night and he mentioned to her his sister's desire to learn how to fight and that felt like the opening she needed to at least start a conversation with the other woman. She enjoyed teaching, especially when it was about fighting, so maybe if nothing else she could help Bowen out in that regard and go from there.

She walked through the castle after her usual morning routine, Marigold following just behind her. She decided to leave her armor behind. It felt like over kill for just a beginning lesson, but her companions usually followed her around anyway unless she had some kind of task for them. Walking out into the castle grounds she went looking for Bowen and gave the caramel and white girl a smile when she finally spotted her and approached her with a nod. "Hi, Bowen. It's good to see you again." She gave a little nod in the direction of the training fields, saying, "Art mentioned you might be interested in learning some things about fighting... I was thinking we might run though some lessons and drills if you want?" Bowen still felt so hard to read so she didn't know if she would even be receptive to this bit of an olive branch she was trying to give her, but she left it open either way.

"Briar Fatalis"