g.o.a.t.

As Indigo haggled with the goatherd, Gypsy stayed with the sheep. She found out that the sheep's name was Bertha and she was quite a rare commodity. It was so surprising then for Gypsy's sharp ears to pick up the goatherd telling them to simply take Bertha. The purple and white fae's brows lifted in surprised and a moment later Indigo came to share the good news. He pressed his nose into the tiny dame's cheek and she couldn't help but smile. "Och, just givin' me awaeeee, is she?" The sheep grumbled and stamped a cloven hoof. "I'm sure it's because I toold her that the soap that she makes isn't done raight," she sheep whispered conspiratorially into Gypsy's ear. The lady stifled a giggle with one paw. "Raight, you lot!" Bertha barked at the small herd of goats that now belonged to Indigo and his band. "Move out!" Without any complaint, the goats did as the big, bulky sheep bid.

Gypsy took a moment to lean up and place a soft kiss to Indigo's cheek. "Thank you, Indigo." She kissed his cheek again. "There's something about her that I really like." Something that the girl sorely needed. From the instant that Bertha had opened her mouth, Gypsy could tell that the sheep was a born and bred mother. Maybe they could all use a little mothering.

From a short distance away, Bertha watched, clearing her throat loudly. "If we doona get awaee from here now, it'll be full dark afore we're... whereeever we're goin'." Gypsy once again laughed softly and kept close to Indigo as she began to walk towards her new companion.

"Gypsy" "Bertha"