Everything all at once

Sota didn't pull away when she touched him for added guidance and that brought a small smile to Gypsy's face. She used the subtle cues of his movement to alter her own steps. In addition, the man gave her verbal cues when there was some oddity in the terrain to look out for. He was pretty good at this, she mused. Not everyone was a good guide for the blind, but Sota exceeded her expectations.

Together the pair made their way towards the flowers. She could smell their scent grow richer with each step. In time, Sota's steps stopped and he told her that he found the flowers. Gypsy's tiny puff of a tail swished back and forth lightly as he praised her nose. The young woman hadn't done much good in her life. She'd always been dragged from one place to another. She'd never developed any skills other than singing, so being helpful was a nice change.

Gypsy could hear as the man began plucking the flowers and she stood by, ready to carry some back as well if he would place them before her. His playful words, comparing her to a flower, made Gypsy blink. She looked like a flower? One brow raised just a bit as her head tilted and a little heat filled her cheeks as she softly asked, "Are... are they pretty flowers?" Gypsy really had no idea what she looked like and how would she know? She'd been blind her entire life. She didn't know colors. She knew the idea of 'pretty' though and was curious whether or not Sota thought the flowers that looked like her were indeed pretty.

"Gypsy"