Lion Head Mesa Would you stay if she promised you heaven?

A walk? Though he said a short one, that meant a few steps for the lean-limbed lilac. She nods to him and on a second bob of her head, picks up her bundle to follow him.

Rather than ask around the flowers, she looks to him with a few glances, wondering if the little man would speak at all; she could not reply, which made her a good set of ears for listening, and sometimes that was all one needed.