Nocturnal magic

It had been quite some time since Bowen had Art all to herself. The wait was fine. All of her mental ducks were in a row, so to speak. The caramel woman wasn't his priority and that was something that she'd come to terms with. Something that she'd accepted. Bowen Carpathius had a lot to be thankful for, so just being able to be with her family again was enough. It had to be enough, otherwise she'd end up back where she was before. A sobbing, anxiety-ridden mess.

Side by side, the pair moved, speaking little but thoroughly enjoying one another's company. They didn't need to fill the silence with words. The air was sweet and warm and Bo stopped often to just close her viridian eyes and breathe in deeply. She was home. She was whole. She was loved. No longer did she dwell on the 'could have been'. That was the real kicker as far as her recovery. Don't focus on the past; only focus on the present. And that's what she was doing.

Artorias leaned into her, talking about their destination and Bowen smiled in return, sliding her cheek along his shoulder. "I'm looking forward to it," she purred. Truly, she was looking forward to it. However, a hole in the dirt would be just as good as long as they were together. She wasn't exactly a high maintenance kind of fae. There was excitement bubbling within her though at seeing this new place with her brother by her side.

Moving through the tall grass, Bo could still feel the summer warmth seeping into her sable colored paws. All the better to roll around on once they'd arrived and explored. In time the grasses parted into a clearing and large stones rose out of the ground. Soft, blue light emanated from the stones in intricate patterns and a soft gasp of wonder was pulled from the fae. She wasted no time in moving forward, one paw raising to gently trail over the marks in the closest stone. The fae cast her emerald gaze over one copper and cream shoulder. "I wonder what makes them glow like this." Bowen looked through the various stones, her long tail swishing gently back and forth in pleasure. "They're beautiful."

"Bowen" | "Carpathian"