Agbaya what do you think?

[Paige]

Agbaya, on the big hill by her small town, sniffed the air. She could tell that spring was near. The snow was nearly melted and as odd as it sounds she was sick of looking out the window and seeing the hill, on which she stood, covered in sparkling, crisp snow. The snow crunched like thin glass beneath her feet, she was dreaming of her garden and the beautiful roses, lilies and vegetables she would plant and take care of as if they were new born babies. This is how she had the finest vegetables in the small town, which is called Erimda. As far as she knew she was going to be in her cozy cottage planting her garden in the spring but in that she was wrong. A big army was marching across the wide forest floor making their way towards Erimda. She was humming a melodic tune while she carried her bits of supplies in her basket. “Clay, wood….” Agbaya counted and sorted the things she had in her woven basket, most likely made by her. She crafted for a living and had a neat and tiny shop at the North edge of town. She was considerably young to be so accomplished in this small town. Woman rarely had their own shops and could brag that the things in the garden they tended were grown by them. The men, in that town, took the credit for everything. That is why she hadn’t even given marriage a thought although she would love to have children and be a wife. Agbaya could not bare the thought of not owning anything. Finally she was walking on the narrow path that, in the summer, would have flowers growing merrily along the edges and casting sweet scents upon anyone who dare step onto the trail. Her cottage was just a square concrete building that, to make it look pretty, had stones pressed in to the concrete before it dried. It had two windows on the right and left side of the cottage. In between these small windows was a green door weathered, scratched, and beaten. The roof just looked like a huge piece of wood a little bigger than the square house placed on top, for it didn’t come up to a point or have shingles just a flat slab of wood that provided sturdy shelter. Protruding from the roof was a tall chimney pipe that usually had clouds and puffs of smoke billowing out of it like disturbed, murky water.