what will you do when the vultures come for you, run and hide?
They entered the barn as Aisha replied, Henry turning and pausing at a stall to regard her. As they so often did, her hands came to rest on her hips, stance broad, present and confident. Though her expression was one of slight concern as she listened, then embellishing a smile as he complimented, that genuine heart felt thing he did. "Good, but I hope we won't have to," she answered with a nod.
And then back to lighter matters, to new beginnings and adventures, to bittersweet departures. Henry stepped out of the way revealing a table, strewn about the surface were tools, woolen leftovers, and a beautiful golden coat, a mixture of sheepskin and warm furs. Her mouth opened in a broad and immediate smile, quickly shooting a look to Henry before stepped forwards to touch the coat.
It was soft but tough, the color fit just right. "Henry this is amazing," she said, mouth still agape as she traced the sleeves. "Hold on lemme-" she cut herself off as she lifted the thing, swinging it around her shoulders and letting it envelope her in warmth. Better than anything she could trade for, this was a gift, made just for her. She admired it's make for a moment in silence, before looking back to her farmer.
"Well you've got to take that shirt now, how the hell am I supposed to top this?" she laughed, easing it back off and holding it tight.
And then back to lighter matters, to new beginnings and adventures, to bittersweet departures. Henry stepped out of the way revealing a table, strewn about the surface were tools, woolen leftovers, and a beautiful golden coat, a mixture of sheepskin and warm furs. Her mouth opened in a broad and immediate smile, quickly shooting a look to Henry before stepped forwards to touch the coat.
It was soft but tough, the color fit just right. "Henry this is amazing," she said, mouth still agape as she traced the sleeves. "Hold on lemme-" she cut herself off as she lifted the thing, swinging it around her shoulders and letting it envelope her in warmth. Better than anything she could trade for, this was a gift, made just for her. She admired it's make for a moment in silence, before looking back to her farmer.
"Well you've got to take that shirt now, how the hell am I supposed to top this?" she laughed, easing it back off and holding it tight.
AISHA
