judge, jury, executioner

The band had been different since Duchess had done Indigo wrong. The lot of them had been more solemn than usual. They were all a little separate. All a little down. Gypsy had been doing her best to stay positive. She was sure that everything would work out eventually. They all just needed time. It was no secret that Indigo was unhappy with Duchess and he had every right to be, but Gypsy didn't think that he would do anything rash.

As usual, Gypsy had slept curled up amidst the herd of goats. When Indigo's voice met her mismatched ears, the young woman's eyes opened, though they saw nothing, as usual. Having heard his voice, Gypsy didn't need Bertha to guide her towards where Indigo sat. The plum and snow fae took tentative steps until she could feel the warmth of the fire. Only then did she slide down to lay upon her slender belly. From where she lay, she could smell Indigo and Duchess. She wondered what this was all about.

"Gypsy"