The old woman steadily made her way down the forest path. The sunlight glinted off the leaves and the smell of flowers carried upon the wind. Across her left arm was a woven basket covered with a linen cloth. In her right hand she used a gnarled wooden cane as support. Ahead on the path she saw a man. He was tall and muscular. Blond hair fell about his handsome face as he looked around seemingly lost or confused. Her eyes twinkled as she approached him.
The man looked in the old woman as she approached. His piercing green eyes regarded her.
"Where am I?" the man asked.
"Be at peace young man, and walk for a bit with Mother?" she smiled.
The young man fell in step with the old woman and walked with her down the path. The fragrance of the woods was soothing and he breathed deeply as he walked.
"You have something for me?" asked the old woman.
The young man furrowed his brow for a moment and then opened his right hand. In his hand was a smooth obsidian stone. He could see his reflection in the stone and oddly it was warm to the touch.
"Just drop it in the basket dear with the others," the old woman said with a wistful smile.
The man dropped the stone in the basket and then smiled at the old woman.
"Thank you Mother for keeping these safe for me," the man stated.
At this point the two arrived at a fork in the path. The old woman motioned to the left.
"I suppose you will be taking that path, still have some unfinished business," the old woman said matter of factly.
The man nodded and headed down the left path and was soon lost from view.
The old woman followed him with her eyes until he was gone.
"He will be back. Just a couple more visits and he can stay and be at peace."
The old woman headed down the right path, moving steadily and with purpose.
