strawberry wine

A small bolt of electricity ran up Gypsy's spine as Indigo pulled his claws through the fur at the back of her neck. He meant it to be comforting but she felt it as something else. Not entirely unwelcome, but something... other. She tried to focus on his words other than thoughts of darker, steamier things. He wanted her to have a hobby? He spoke a little more and suggested that she learn to help him make tinctures and poultices. The blind woman arched one brow as she considered the task. She could see herself doing such as long as she learned which herbs were which.

Indigo assured her that he'd like having her as an assistant and a soft, whisperish laugh left the woman. The idea of being Indigo's assistant was an intriguing one. Then her own idea struck. "I'd like to learn to be more independent." Mismatched ears tucked as they usually did when she was a little hesitant to speak. "I think if I had a companion to help me navigate, then I wouldn't be such a burden on any of you." A dreamy little look crossed the purple lady's features. "Once, when my father and I stopped at one pack or another, I slept out with the goats. They were so sweet. Very kind little creatures." She tilted her head slightly as she questioned the man. "Do you think I'd be able to find a goat?"

In case he thought that it might be another mouth to feed, Gypsy hurriedly spoke again. "They're very useful. They can carry packs, they produce milk. You can make soap and other things from their milk too." There was a hopeful look on her face. She hoped that he wouldn't tell her no. She didn't quite realize it, but her tiny arms gave his leg a little squeeze as she looked blindly up at him.

Gypsy