I Want It, But I Don't

Gypsy heard Segin's pawsteps moving across the snowy ground. Each member of the band had their own unique gait as did some of the more well known goats. Bertha surely did as well. The fae's white ear flicked backwards to catch the sound, listening as he drew closer and closer. Eventually he was near and he settled down in the snow with her. The man's words met her mismatched ears and Gypsy gave a slight frown. She didn't really know how to explain. She didn't know if she wanted to explain. Eventually though, she managed to speak.

"Hi Segin," she started in her delicate tones. "I just... came out here to think." She trusted him. More than she trusted most wolves. He had never been anything but kind to her and had never pressed her for contact or other things. Segin was loving and thoughtful. He cared for all of the members of the band. Even Duchess, though they were all upset with the other woman. Would he be able to understand? He'd been abused as well. Perhaps he could.

Hesitantly, Gypsy spoke. "I'm... I..."It was hard to get the words out. Despite her worldly ways, Gypsy was surprisingly innocent. "I'm worried... that I'll never be able to give Indigo what I know he wants." She blurted it out quickly then took a breath, trying to calm her beating heart. "He and Duchess were obviously sleeping together, but I don't know if I can do that. Not anymore." The small fae's ears drooped as her muzzle slipped back down to rest on her leg. She looked utterly defeated. "I'm afraid of intimacy, Segin." She finally admitted it aloud.

"Gypsy"