AINO
Aino led them through the neighborhood on sure feet, around corners and across yards where houses had been built gable to gable to shelter against the howling winds. Smoke rose eternally from chimneytops and the sound of voices never quite faded. Children laughing or crying, women shouting while the low murmur of male replies droned into a sprawling tapestry of sound that sighed of home.
The house she eventually approached was set slightly apart from the others, and had an older look to it even compared to most of the other structures. That the roof had undergone very recent and extensive repair could be seen in the stark difference of wood coloring; weathered logs of silvery gray sat side by side with yellowed pine, not yet dyed by wind, snow or glaring sun.
"Here we go. Be welcome and step inside; make yerself at home, and never mind me mum; she talks more than she needs to." Unbeknownst to Aino, this part of town was not unfamiliar to her young guest. She pried the door open all the same, and offered him passage into the warm, cozy rooms beyond with a lopsided grin.
The house she eventually approached was set slightly apart from the others, and had an older look to it even compared to most of the other structures. That the roof had undergone very recent and extensive repair could be seen in the stark difference of wood coloring; weathered logs of silvery gray sat side by side with yellowed pine, not yet dyed by wind, snow or glaring sun.
"Here we go. Be welcome and step inside; make yerself at home, and never mind me mum; she talks more than she needs to." Unbeknownst to Aino, this part of town was not unfamiliar to her young guest. She pried the door open all the same, and offered him passage into the warm, cozy rooms beyond with a lopsided grin.
Come and conquer, drop your bombs
Cross my borders and kill the calm
Cross my borders and kill the calm
