a daughter

A goat is wandering close to a couple. They ignore it and keep on their hike up to their home. “Qelima, go tend to the herd. I must go to talk with my brother alone.” The woman who is dressed in thick, white sashes walks, turning around to go back to the field as her husband has told her. As she walks she notices the goat once more, approaching it. “Where do you come from? You are not of my herd.” The goat merely screams at the woman and approaches closer, nudging her leg. “Would you like to come back with me? I’m sure Cain would tolerate another member. You look quite strong to be living out here on your own.” The woman removes one of her sashes, holding her hair up, letting her reddish golden locks flow. She ties it around the goat’s neck and surprisingly he lets her, not putting up any bit of a fight.