Swiftcurrent Creek Take my Arms that I might reach you

”No.” She said. She inhaled and stretched, and several joints popped in her neck when she craned it from side to side. ”Not leaving. Aging.” She said. Of course, there was more to say to explain why it was her lower back was sore, but she could blame that on age as well. 

”Better to pass down my skills and secrets while I’m still young, too.” She explained with a light shrug. The next year, the kids might be too young, spry and rough for her to handle.