A Place That I Call Home

She stuck close to Duchess as they moved down the stairs and thankfully she hadn't tried to traverse them on her own. In her urgency to get outside, Gypsy slipped and slid down a few steps, gasping lightly as the stone bit into her elbows and pink belly. Pain was nothing. She needed to get outside.

The moment that she felt the stone of the castle give way, Gypsy rushed towards the smell of grass. Sweet relief was soon hers and she no longer felt as though she would burst. She hoped that this wouldn't happen every morning. While she loved the pile of furs that Indigo had given her, Gypsy didn't know if she could handle not being able to get outside on her own.

Coming back out of the grass, the tiny woman moved towards the echoes bouncing off of the stone walls. Ears tucked, she looked apologetically towards where she thought Duchess might be standing. With the wind swirling around the courtyard, it was a little difficult to tell exactly where the other woman stood.