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Gypsy listened intently as Indigo began to speak. He told her of being a fourth child, a pup apart from others that seemed to shine more brightly. The woman could hardly believe that anyone could shine more brightly than Indigo. To her, he felt like the sun, always warm and reliable. Gypsy caught the quavering vocals and her brow furrowed. A moment later, that strange hitch began to make sense.

The pain in Indigo's voice as he spoke of loving his sister, Aslatiel, brought Gypsy even tighter against him. She sought to help in whatever way she could. It was horrible that he had been denied his happiness. To Gypsy, it didn't matter that Aslatiel was his sister. Love was love. The small woman could feel the emotion pouring from Indigo. It permeated her own being and she absorbed his sadness. It also didn't bother her that he loved another. Those sorts of feelings were foreign to her. Love was something that she never expected, so it wasn't something that she often considered.

When Indigo was done speaking, Gypsy slid her snow and plum cheek through the thick fur of his chest. "I'm sorry. she whispered softly. It was her question that brought the sadness forth. "I didn't mean to make you remember something so painful." Adjusting her small frame, Gypsy sat in front of him rather than beside him. She looked up towards his face even though she couldn't see. "When we...leave..." The woman spoke hesitantly, "Could we go visit her? Would that make you less sad?"

Gypsy