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[color=cyan]Time:[/color]  Afternoon
[color=cyan]Location:[/color] Forests near River Port
[color=cyan]Interactions:[/color] Zephyrin[@Howlsofwinter], Kenia[@Tae], Arwen?[@princess] [/center]

Bowyn allowed the mix of alcohol and his talkative companions to distract him as they continued traveling until it started to get dark. He did not volunteer to hunt for dinner, by the time they stopped to rest. He was both too drunk and too tired to care if he ate or not. A few missed meals was nothing to him, but Kenia caught a handful of rabbits for dinner anyhow. He barely ate them, allowing Zephyrin and Arwen to have a hardier share. Boreas of course hunted his own prey, and was far more vigilant than Bowyn during their turn on watch. The night was harder, it was far quieter than the day with others resting, leaving Bowyn alone with only his thoughts and memories. He had finished off what was left of the bottle he had carried with him, and when his turn on watch had ended, the alcohol lured him into a dreamless sleep. 

He awoke when Boreas did, as early as the first signs of the sun beginning to awaken as well but before the sky was bright. The hangover itself was horrendous, but dreamless sleep had made it worth it to Bowyn. Kenia wanted to leave the moth fairy behind and Bowyn could understand her point; he was interesting enough but he could only be trusted to serve himself. While the same could likely be said of Zephyrin, Bowyn would not leave one of his own, alone and ill-equipped, in the forest. His people faced enough dangers and as much as he would hate to admit it, he still felt they needed to look out for each other. Arwen had made them all flower crowns, which was a bizarre use of her time but no more useless than his drinking. Boreas however stared at him with annoyed confusion as Bowyn placed the tiny crown upon the bird. 

[color=cyan]”Your new friend made it, for the cute little birdie.”[/color] Bowyn whispered, amused at the merlin’s annoyance at once again being decorated. 

[color=lightcyan]”I don’t like it.”[/color] Boreas replied, he had after all suffered the indignity of wearing a bow tie only a day before. 

[color=cyan]”It would be rude to reject a gift, you don’t want to be rude do you Boreas? I’m wearing mine.”[/color] Bowyn answered back, knowing Boreas would not want to offend the likely not an elf. 

[color=lightcyan]”And you look ridiculous.”[/color] Boreas retorted, though he left the flower crown now atop his head alone.

[color=cyan]”But not half as ridiculous as you.”[/color] Bowyn added, appreciating the levity the simple flower crowns had brought. It was a kind gesture, and somehow made the situation they were in feel less bleak, bringing light to his dark mood. It was a bit fun to look ridiculous; still dressed in fancy ball clothes but now covered in the dirt and muck from the forest, and with a floral crown upon his head and resting against his horns, Bowyn couldn’t help but smile at it. 

Later as they paused for lunch, an unnecessary break, Kenia confirmed his suspicions about Arwen. He nodded an acknowledgement at Kenia’s apology, and he understood her hesitation towards Zephyrin’s sudden appearance, but the fact still remained that she had welcomed Zephyrin the coldest out of all them, while showing immediate warmth to one who appeared to be another elf. His own place in her good graces was likely only due to his usefulness and vocal support of the same cause. 

[color=cyan]”I accept on the condition that should Zephyrin prove to be a problem, it will be one I deal with, not you.”[/color] Bowyn responded back in a hushed voice. He had seen how easy it was for her to leave behind those she did not care for, not only the moth fairy but a human and another elf as well. He didn’t expect the elf to be any more forgiving towards one of his own kind, and anything short of outright betrayal, was not worthy of leaving one of kind to death or enslavement. He had little energy to make conversation with creatures that were not birds, but listened in on Kenia’s interrogation of Arwen.