Snippet #1735115

When Mia arrived at her grandmothers house, she realized she may have a short time to hunt and sell the meat she was to get this morning. But she still walked up o the oak door and knocked three times before gently pushing it open. There she was, as always, sitting in her rocking chair with the embroidered pillow that Mia had gotten her behind her head and a plain patched one to sit on. It touched her every time she saw it because her grandmother always would say that the things you care about most you always give the most care and, well setting her head on it showed that she cared for it enough to use it every day but never wear it out. She cleared her throat so she would know she was here and was rewarded with a smile, and a cough.
"How are you feeling?" Mia said softly, thinking if she spoke to loud it may hurt her fragile self.
"Just fine darling. Thank you for stopping by. How are you? I hear you are going on the trade caravan, how exiting. You know I was once..." she kept talking about her journeys as she did so many times, why Mia knew every story by heart so she had no need to listen to this one. When she finished a few minutes later she pushed a strand of gray hair out of her face and behind her ear, it was small compared to the braid going all the way down the woman's back and hitting the chair.
"I just wanted to say goodbye," she said, "I'll be gone for a while and don't want you to think I was leaving without saying my farewells."
Grannyma smiled and a twinkle showed in her eyes that were full of wisdom and stories, that was why she had always listened, becaus ehtose were the eyes of a woman who told the truth, she wished her eyes looked like that. When she looked back down at the stitching beside the rocking chair she knew it was time to go. Walking out the door she became her normal self again. She always had to be so kind, no matter what around her, that wasn't like Mia. Not at all. Walking at a fast pace she exited the small village and into the vast, open assortment of trees that was the beginning of the forest and started scavenging for tracks.