purple diamond in the rough

The frustration in Indigo’s voice and the comment that he made about her being tied to a tree brought Gypsy’s ears careening back against her head. She didn’t need to be reminded that she’d been left out there. The man apologized a moment later, explaining why he was so frustrated. Well… no one had ever tried that before. Maybe he was being truthful afterall. It was hard to tell. She didn’t know him and she wouldn’t for a while. If he decided to let her stay here in this castle, that was. Gypsy still didn’t know what her fate would be.

Indigo asked where she’d like to sleep, giving her the option to sleep where she was or to go back up to the room where he and Duchess would sleep. The young woman weighed the options. If she stayed here… she would be able to be by herself and thus, safe. She didn’t know if anyone else lived in this castle, but it surely smelled like they did. If she went back up with Indigo, she would at least know who was around her. Waking up to strangers around her wasn’t the slightest bit appealing.

“I’ll go with you,” she admitted meekly. She wanted to ask if there was a fire in the den like there was here, but couldn’t bring herself to speak out of turn. Gypsy got to her paws, the skins sliding away from her mostly dry body. She was pure snowy white now instead of the dingy grey that she’d been before, though she wouldn’t know that of course. She knew that she felt cleaner though.

Not knowing if she was supposed to leave the furs there on the floor or take them with her, the tiny wolf tilted her head slightly and gave a blank look to the space where she thought Indigo stood. Taking up one of the furs between her teeth, she took a few steps through the room, aiming to where she believed the doorway had been.