Goats and Gypsies

Gypsy's overwhelming gratitude lightened Emersyn's heart in the wake of all the strife it had been burdened with lately. She knew she couldn't see if, but Em couldn't help the warm smile that crept across her face for the little alabaster and purple fae. She knew the offer to carry Gypsy would definitely push the boundaries around the delicate woman, but it was in the interest of her goat's safety, otherwise she would never entertain the idea of making the sweet little fae uncomfortable. Fortunately, Gypsy seemed to be on the same page as her, and climbed onto her back without much prodding. Em marveled at how easy it was to carry her and instantly felt a pang in her heart for her. She would need to make sure she spent more time with the band's sweetest member going forward.

Once Gypsy was settled on her back, Em focused her eyes forward and gave a warning, "Hang on tight." Emersyn started off at a brisk lope that quickly turned into a run, covering as much ground as she could before the storm got much worse. She was ever mindful of the girl clinging onto her back however, never jostling her too much and glancing back every now and then to make sure she was okay. "I'm sure we can find him together. Everything's going to be fine." She hoped. With the rain mucking up many of the scents, it was difficult for Emersyn to follow the fading trail of goat. Her brow furrowed in frustration as she began to lose the trail, her gait slowing to a trot until she realized she had no idea which way to go. The goat could have headed south to Gambit Briar, or west towards the desert, she had no clue!

"Fuck..." she muttered under her breath, then turned to Gypsy. "Gypsy, your nose is better than mine. Can you pick up anything?"

"Emersyn"