The Summer Bonfire Festival (Year 18)

Though she was no longer the anxiety ridden, depressed wraith that she had once been, Bowen still preferred to stick to herself during such large gatherings. The copper marked fae preferred to watch, a silent observer from the sidelines. She did stop to give Artorias a kiss on the cheek and to hug and kiss each of her nieces and nephews like the doting aunt that she was. With a smile to Briar, and her siblings, Bo set off to find an out of the way place to settle.

It had been a long time since she'd last encountered Emile. In fact, she'd accidentally locked herself in his room and had promptly had a severe anxiety attack. It had been embarrassing, that feeling just adding fuel to the anxiety fire. Bowen had blacked out after that, not remembering how she even got out of the room or when. Well, Bo was no longer a slave to her emotions, but it seemed as though Emile might still be. It was obvious that he was hiding himself away, trying not to be seen. Too bad.

The copper and cream fae padded up to her old friend, though they probably weren't friends anymore. She wanted to fix that though. She'd said some nasty things to him at one point and still hadn't properly apologized. Without asking, the tiny woman lay down beside Emile, curling her tail up around herself. She didn't say anything, she was simply quiet as she placed her chin down upon one sable colored foreleg. Viridian eyes scanned the crowd, watching wolves come and go. She was content to sit here silently, hopefully providing some sort of comfort to Emile in the process.

"Bowen"