purple diamond in the rough

When Indigo pulled away from her, Gypsy was surprised to feel the loss of him. A frown pulled the corners of her pink tinged maw downward. Why was her brain so muddled? Her thoughts made no sense, even to her. She didn’t want this man near her, and yet when he left her, she wanted him back? Indigo was soft and warm. So far, he was kind and hadn’t shown her any sort of negativity. Trust was so difficult though. The tiny lady had been burned so many times by the flame of fake generosity and kindness. There was a tiny flicker of hope though that Indigo might be the one to finally prove that there was some good in the world.

On her paws again, Indigo asked if she wanted to walk. Gypsy nodded wordlessly and took a step towards him, obviously ready to get moving again. The sooner they got to this castle, whatever that was, the sooner she could settle and maybe sleep. Warm food and a warm bed were worth any kind of torture that could be delivered to her right about now.

Since he seemed so outwardly nice, Gypsy took the initiative to speak. If he chastised her for it, she would know what kind of man he was. “Indigo,” she began in her whisperish, dulcet tones, “What is a castle?” She’d never heard of one and so she’d obviously never been in one. The blind girl wanted to know what to expect.