don't forget me

Traveling with the group had been a wonderous thing. New smells and sounds. New places and sensations. Gypsy had been fearful at first, but having acquired Bertha, it gave the young woman a newfound sense of freedom. She and the sheep had become fast friends and Bertha looked after her in a very motherly sort of way. Gypsy couldn't imagine why the traders had wanted to part with the sheep. Yes, Bertha was mouthy and bossy, but she was a good soul. Gypsy could tell.

"Yer mahn has brought someone new," the sheep spoke, still chewing a mouthful of grass. Gypsy perked as she sat in the middle of the herd, a pile of plucked flowers between her paws. The tiny lady was trying to learn to make flower crowns ever since she'd heard Duchess mention one. So far, she wasn't having much luck. "Could you lead me there, please?"

A few moments later, the tiny, white and purple fae, led by her four horned black sheep, arrived in front of Indigo and his guest. A small, shy smile formed, though Gypsy kept her chin tucked against her snowy chest. She had grown out of her shell a bit, but she was still incredibly shy, even with the wolves of the band. The minuscule fae sat beside her sheep and waited for Indigo to introduce his friend.

"Gypsy" "Bertha"