Back to Our Roots

Indigo didn’t realize the extent to which Emersyn’s mind interpreted everything that happened. She was mostly right, he shouldn’t have trusted Duchess so readily, he should have followed up more stringently with treatment to assure she didn’t get pregnant. Maybe he shouldn’t have ever been with her to begin with, but hindsight was always 20/20. He could see so many more paths he could have taken, there were endless possibilities but they were all in the past. There was nothing he could do now.

Indigo could only move forward, not change the past. Other than little snuggled with Gypsy or Segin he hadn’t touched anyone since Aslatiel left him the night he learned Duchess was pregnant. After losing his puppies there had been no desire to be intimate, and it hadn’t returned. He was too broken and lost, even if his body was cooperative his mind couldn’t take it. Indigo couldn’t handle those emotions. This way he didn’t have to put his trust in anyone but himself.

As he approached Em sent Segin on his way, and Indigo was suddenly alone with Emersyn. She was the leader of their group, and she proved those that didn’t want to lead became the best leaders. She kept them together as best she could, but the fractures felt deep. He couldn’t tell if it was fatally so. "Not as good as I look.” And really he didn’t think he looked all that great after so much neglect. Sadness still filled him, but instead of overwhelming him Indigo was learning to control its effect on him. "How are you?” He offered almost nervously in return. Everything was broken now, especially the bond he’d fought so hard to make with her.

"Speech"