The recent change in the leadership of this strange pack did not affect the gypsy hybrid much at all. Certainly, the only way it could possibly affect her is because the leader who had accepted her was no longer in a position of much power, and truly, that was hardly enough to affect the blonde girl. Her life would continue as it normally did, and after her talk with her sister so long ago, she wanted nothing more than to become a part of this pack, to feel as if she belonged.
Sitting atop Valeria, she fingered the roots of the plants she held in her hands. There were six of them in all, varied colors, and Foxglove considered them a lucky find. There were more where she had picked these, but for now, she had only taken a handful of them, painstakingly removing all the roots from the dirt so that she could replant them in the garden of her strange home. She urged the mare forward in the direction of the garden, eager to replant her namesake.
Finally, after having dismounted and gotten her hands dirty, the blonde girl wiped away some stray dirt from her skirt. She remained where she knelt, studying the tall stems of flowers on the edge of the garden with satisfaction.
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