I am Hers, She is Mine

Bowen was sad, of course. When wasn't she, these days? But, it was her brother's big day, so she plastered on as big of a smile as she could manage and moved out to take her seat. Rather than sit in the front row, the caramel and cream fae took a seat back and off to the side. At the back, it would be easier for her to relax and not feel like she was suffocating in the middle of a crowd.

The sun beat down but the breeze beat back the heat. Still, Bowen wished she had some sort of little umbrella or something to shield her eyes from the glaring sun. The woman looked forward to the fall of evening so she could once again retreat and no one would notice. Once the festivities surrounding the wedding were over, she would go with the brides family to their territory up north. Anxious little butterflies banged around in Bowen's stomach at being so far away from Artorias, but... it would be good for them both.

The tiny fae continue to wait as guest after guest filed in. Her long tail wrapped about hips and paws despite the heat, almost giving herself a hug. Even amidst family and friends she felt out of place. It would be nice to not feel like that some day and she had faith that she would eventually regain control again. For now, she simply sat and looked pleasant, waiting for the ceremony to start and her brother to be married to a woman that she surprisingly liked.

"Bowen"