Good Comes With The Bad

After Bowen had collected herself, the small fae made her way into the castle and up the stairs to her room. Upon opening the door, she realized that her bed was quite occupied. She didn't know who the wolf was, but they were snoring up a storm. Most likely drunk from the evenings festivities. Hmm... The fae slowly closed the door, stood in the hall for a moment, then made her way to the room that Art and Briar shared. She could have gone to one of the guest rooms, but she didn't really want to be alone.

Once inside the spacious chambers, Bo made her way towards the hearth and stoked a little fire. It wasn't cold, but the light made her feel a bit better. The caramel and rust woman curled up in a little ball on the stone floor, emerald eyes wide and unseeing as she watched the fire. So many things were flying through her mind and yet she couldn't catch a single one of them. Shock, perhaps? She still couldn't believe that Haiku was gone. What would Artorias think when she told him the news? Would he be happy that her lover was gone for good? Would he mourn with her? Would Briar help her prepare to be a mother? Would they send her away? It was all too much. With a sigh, Bowen buried her face in her long tail and waited for the answers to come to her.

"Bowen"