The Summer Bonfire

Bowen had been missing from action lately. A nasty sickness had consumed her, leaving the fae full of snot and gunk. It wasn't anything serious, but it was enough to keep her holed up in her room, away from everyone else, lest she infect them too. The bonfire though... she wouldn't miss it for the world.

As the bonfire was always held in the same place, Bowen took up her normal post atop a small rise at the edge of the circle of firelight. It would keep her away from the rest of the pack, but she'd also still get to participate a bit. Bishop bounced around next to her, a little rag in his beak in case she needed to wipe her nose or sneeze. Rather than let him continue to fuss over her, Bowen scooped the raven in against her chest and gave his ebony head a little lick. He settled into the warmth of his lady's chest and together they watched the flickering light of the fire. As they did so... she remembered those that were gone, but not forgotten. Even the bad ones.

"Bowen"