strawberry wine

Indigo felt like he was dying for honied strawberries. He managed to capture a bit of honey and now he wanted to harvest his own strawberries with someone he was quickly holding dear to his heart. When Segin brought the pack of berries back he had been eager to take the strawberries and honey them, but he hadn’t expected Segin to tell his Gypsy had already eaten all of them. It had been amusing, more so now than at the time. Still, it gave him motivation for the walk now.

Indigo’s tail touched Gypsy’s shoulder as he led her to the berry patch. If he stuffed her full out here hopefully some of the berries would survive through the honey process. ”I heard you really like strawberries,” he spoke softly as they approached the large patches in the gardens. ”Are there other fruits or plants you would want to look for?” He asked her as he adjusted his pack and helped lead her the few more steps to the strawberry plants. There were bright red gems all littered throughout the shamrock leaves. They were here early too, before the birds could steal the perfectly ripe ones.

Bright sapphire eyes fell on Gypsy’s delicate form, he was always struck when he watched her how someone could have ever been so cruel to her. Seeing her now, after a taste of freedom, she was blossoming, just like the cute little white strawberry flowers. After experiencing so much evil, he was so glad to see her wonder in the world that was denied her for so long.