A Third Wheel Turns a Bike into a Trike Which is Much More Fun

Bowen was surprisingly comfortable in the situation. All of it was thanks to having Artorias there with her. Being beside her brother gave her confidence and put her at ease. It wasn't that she didn't like Briar, it was simply that they didn't know one another. They didn't have the necessary balance yet. And, thanks to their rather peculiar situation, it would likely take longer than usual. Not only did they need to find a balance, both women needed to come to terms with the fact that their lover would also be loving the other woman. That would be the difficult part. Especially for Bowen. The older she got, the more jealous she became. It seemed that each passing day made her a little more green. That was exactly why she suggested that they do this. She needed to see them together so her imagination didn't run wild.

Artorias seemed excited about the whole ordeal and said as much. Bo hadn't been sure if he'd be excited or nervous and was glad that it was the former. The trio drank along with the toast. Bowen placed her bottle against pale pink lips, tilted her head and let the sweet, fragrant liquid slide down her throat, taking a few hearty gulps. Let it be known that Bowen was small, but she could hold her alcohol. The perks of living with pirates. Once she'd finished with her sips, the tiny fae tucked the tip of her cork back into the bottle then stretched her slender body outward to wedge the bottle upright in the sand. Natural cup holder.

As she was sinking her bottle into the sand, the other two spoke of Briar's distraction. Apparently Artorias had been suspicious, but he hadn't expected any of this. Their mission had been a success. Her brother then admitted to feeling spoiled and Bowen laughed, giving her head a little shake. He was easily impressed.

Pulling back under the canopy, the rust and ivory fae draped her front half over the back of Artorias, facing in the direction of Briar, her slender belly pressed against his side with her paws hanging over the curve of his rib cage. "I asked him if he was surprised in our tongue," she informed the antlered fae. "He said that he was." Bowen and her kin practiced their mother's tongue regularly. She imagined that it might make her brother's woman feel a little left out, so she was informing her of what had been said. "If you'd like to learn, I can teach you." Copper ears shifted forward as she kept her emerald eyes locked upon Briar. Did the woman have an interest in learning the language? If she learned it, she'd never have to wonder.

"Speech"|| "Romanian"