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[color=cyan]Time:[/color] 4pm
[color=cyan]Location:[/color] Roshmi City
[color=cyan]Interactions:[/color] Torvi [@Tae], Belle [@Potter]
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Bowyn was thankful for the free room provided by Elleta and Belle, and the house, which was a lot more extravagant than he expected, was more comfortable and secure than the tavern. It was comforting to spend time alone in a room, not quite as comforting as the absolute solitude of the forest, but as close as he was going to get in the foreseeable future. With just himself and Boreas he didn’t have to keep himself so guarded, and it wasn’t until he finally had the chance to relax that he realized how exhausting it was to keep his guard up all the time. As much as he hoped for a full night of restful sleep his mind kept that out of his reach. Nightmares of the undead continued to haunt his dreams, the decomposing visions of Aeryn, and of his own failure to act. The nightmares, as unpleasant as they were, served as reminder for what he still had to do, his burden to carry until he fixed his mistake of leaving Aeryn as a ghoul.

The day that followed saw Torvi and Belle learning the ways of elves and training in their magic, training that Bowyn opted out of; what use did a fairy have for learning to pretend to be an elf. He also saw little use in weapons training, there was no way to learn enough in a single day that would make him chose a weapon over the magic that had been a part of him since birth. He would’ve liked to use the day to form and sculpt ice from a pound on the property but the overbearing heat of Roshmi would require too much energy to maintain the ice. Instead Bowyn found a spot outside far away from the others to meditate. If he could not properly rest while asleep then resting while awake would be his bet in keeping up his strength. He didn’t share the others enthusiasm for attending a ball in Roshmi, it instead filled him with a sense of dread. 

The second night was similar to the first night, and every night of the past week or so, but his much needed bath that morning had calmed his nerves for a bit. Bowyn had found clothes in the days before that suited him; black trousers, a white shirt, and a blue and silver [url=https://shrinestore.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/12909676_10156725829375237_4520456856846383278_o-e1544405668489-552x1000.jpg]vest.[/url] With a slight sense of whimsy he had even gotten a small bowtie that matched the fabric of the vest for Boreas. The bird found the idea of wearing said bowtie absolutely abhorrent but reluctantly agreed to do so only for the sake of being included in the groups outing. The [url=https://images-ext-1.discordapp.net/external/VpQsdT5XHGrkpQxfHdmTCBd4TUUsO-Prtv6k5GND7ZI/%3Ftoken%3DeyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9NjU0IiwicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvMjY1YjI3NmQtYjY2Yi00NTc0LWEwNGMtOGY4OWRlN2IwMjRiXC9kNTNvdmkyLTI5N2U2NGRlLTE5NjUtNGM1Yy04N2Y1LWFmMTU0ZDBjMjY0Mi5qcGciLCJ3aWR0aCI6Ijw9OTAwIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmltYWdlLm9wZXJhdGlvbnMiXX0.Idfg2fv6ux4DUm8CoPOYyirb5MYU8OLwF2dC_QEQjF4/https/images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/265b276d-b66b-4574-a04c-8f89de7b024b/d53ovi2-297e64de-1965-4c5c-87f5-af154d0c2642.jpg/v1/fill/w_900%2Ch_654%2Cq_75%2Cstrp/white_feather_mask_by_shadows_ink_d53ovi2-fullview.jpg?width=500&height=363]mask[/url] he had chosen went well for someone constantly accompanied by a bird and overall Bowyn looked much more put together than he normally did. This was not his first venture into the world inhabited by wealthy elites. He had no doubts though that the more prestigious events of his own village paled in comparison to a ball held in Roshmi. When he heard Belle call for both him and Torvi he felt the sense of dread in his gut rise again. There had once been a time where he would’ve enjoyed such a thing, back when he had attended fancy parties with Aeryn, but to attend one now without her, and while she still walked the earth as an unnatural creature, just seemed like a betrayal.  

[color=cyan]“Careful Torvi, talking about being naked might summon our friend with the apple.”[/color] Bowyn said with a smirk as he entered the living room where the other two already stood, dressed and ready. [color=cyan]“You may not have your weapons but you have magic now, a weapon that is much harder to disarm from you. Know your magic and it will know you, it will understand what you want and bend your element to your will. That is more power than any blade could ever possess.”[/color] Bowyn said while crafting a small knife out of the moister in the air. He then tossed the knife straight up and willed it to change to snow before it started falling back down. The small amount of snow then turned back into the ambient water vapor before it finished falling. The party trick from his home and the sight of snow again made him feel a bit homesick, which was strange because he was pretty sure hated his home. [color=cyan]“And if we encounter trouble Boreas can always peck the eyes of our enemies to even the odds."[/color] Bowyn added with a smirk as the bowtied bird nodded with agreement.