Making Moves

A voice from behind pulled Bowen's attention from her somber musing. The woman cast a viridian gaze over her shoulder, eyeing her big, blue brother. One copper ear flicked, the gold hoop swaying, taking the little blue feather along with it. "Honestly, there isn't much to move. I've learned to live light." She turned to him fully, crossing the room to reach up on tiptoe where she placed a little kiss on the side of his muzzle. The woman cast her gaze across the empty space. "This is about it. I just have to bring my glass orb and..." the fae gave a slight shrug. She didn't even have any favorite furs or anything. Belongings just weren't important.

"I assume your rooms are getting a thorough cleaning?" It seemed to be the theme of the day. With one of the first nice, warm days of spring, a lot of Hallows wolves had chosen to give their rooms a bit of a touch up. She doubted anyone would have things as easy as she did. Perhaps she'd offer to help others when she was finished.

Pushing past Artorias, she curled her tail around one thick, blue foreleg, prompting him to come along with her. Back down to her former room she went. It was empty aside from the glass orb. She'd already placed clean furs upon the bed for whoever took up this space next. A little frown tugged pink lips downward. It looked as though she and Haiku had never been here. Turning sad eyes up to her brother, Bowen sighed. "Do you think I did the right thing by sending him away?" It was fair for Haiku, but she was going to be terribly lonely.

"Bowen"