Chapter 74: Pearls Before Swine

The dry dirt stirred up by a frigid northerly wind, it swept across the field in a large cloud that carried all of the small stones and twigs it had managed to pick up along the way. Blowing in her face, Aribelle squinted her eyes against the breeze as she tried to preserve them from the grit that was thrown towards her. The gust announcing exuberantly the last of the spring frost, Aribelle excused its enthusiasm. Pulling the thick gray and blue shawl around her shoulders closer to her chest as the wind rushed past her, it carried on between the trees on the far side of the field and over the mountains their fief was nestled amongst.