your words in my memory

Emersyn had done more than just hear the screaming fight that had disturbed the silence of their camp the night Indigo had brought his sister to join them. The large violet lady had been beginning her dawn patrol when the shouting started, audible even above the roar of the falls. Dusty purple and black ears flicked to catch the words that were being yelled, and she had made a beeline for the source of the sound, finding the two sibling-lovers, Aslatiel's furious words lashed at a shameful looking Indy. She didn't know whether she should intervene or not, so she had simply hid behind a copse of trees downwind of the two while they hashed it out, listening as best she could while not interrupting. If things turned physical, however, she would interject. It hadn't gone that far, thankfully, and Asla had settled for a venomous tongue lashing instead. Em only caught a few choice words, offering to kill someone, declaring that she hated "that woman and the children inside her". As soon as the bomb had exploded, it was over, and Asla was storming off, a very distraught Indigo giving chase.

That was the last Emersyn had seen Indigo for two days. When he hadn't returned by the first night, she strongly considered going after him to make sure he was all right. Her worst fear was finding him dead in some field, throat torn out by his murderous sister—but what if he had needed help and was all alone? In the end, her duty to the band kept her with the others. Without her, there would be no one to look after Gypsy, Segin, or the sheep. Duchess had also made herself scarce in his absence, though Em couldn't find herself regretting that too much. In the interim, Em tried to piece together what she had heard. It didn't make sense to her, but one sentence kept ringing out in her mind. "That woman and the children inside her." What had she meant by that? Indigo had made it very clear that none of them would be having children anytime soon with the band being so fresh. So what the hell was going on?

It was late afternoon on the second day of Indy's disappearance when she caught a hint of his scent, fresh on the wind at the edge of camp. Em's attention perked up and she instantly set to follow it, large paws crunching through the grass and dead leaves that had begun to change colors on the trees in preparation for winter. His trail led to the edge of the falls, then up, up the side of the cliff to the top of the falls. That was where she found him, a giant, sad, pathetic-looking purple lump sleeping on a stone. She gazed at him with concern, empathy, but also some trepidation. Something had occurred between him and Asla to spark such a powder keg, and she still didn't know the details or the guilty party yet. Wandering closer to him, Em came to sit down beside Indy, letting her body lean into his gently while she lifted a paw to run slow, soothing strokes down Indy's back and between his shoulders. "What happened?" she asked, simple and straightforward. She wouldn't mince words asking if he was okay; she could see that he wasn't. Best to get right to the matter at hand.

"Emersyn"