Chains And Lies

"Yer mon's pregnant lady friend is comin'," the four horned sheep spoke low, notifying Gypsy of the approach of Duchess. Gypsy nodded and listened, her purple and white ears perking. She heard the scuff of cloven hooves on grass as the herd of goats parted and heard them again as the opening was filled with bodies once more. She listened as the grass crunched again beneath Duchess' weight as the larger fae curled up in the grass nearby. Silence followed for a time as the tiny dame gave her friend time to collect her thoughts. When Duchess didn't speak... Gypsy felt comfortable enough to fill the void.

"Hello, Duchess. How are you feeling?" It was common knowledge that the woman was pregnant. Gypsy, though a novice in healing, knew what stress could do to a litter. Bertha had been teaching her a bit, having birthed many kids in her day. How the conversation shifted would depend on Duchess' willingness to be open and transparent with the small lady. So Gypsy laid there and she waited.

"Gypsy" "Bertha"