Not Natives

 

The harvest came into conclusion when the sun started retiring. The farmers and the rest of their companions started packing up and whilst everyone was busy with all their after-harvest chores. Haw on the other hand took the opportunity to draw Simione out from the fields.

"Where are you taking me?" Simione protest when she realized they had walked enough miles with no certain destination.

"Somewhere where we can be alone," Hawk answered in naught. 

Simione squinted at him suspiciously, "Hawk Monsanto, you aren't planning to…"

"Planning what?" Hawk grinned and raised her hand that was clasped on his already and brought it right to his mouth to give it a kiss. He knew that Simione was already becoming suspicious that he took her away because he was planning something naughty and yet that is only what he wanted her to think. He does have something to show her, something he knew she would like.