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Elisabeth Jerichau-Baumann (1819-1881) “An Egyptian Fellah Woman with her Child” (1872) Oil on canvas Located in the Statens Museum for Kunst, Copenhagen, Denmark

A Fellah is a farmer or agricultural laborer in the Middle East and North Africa. The word derives from the Arabic word for “ploughman” or “tiller.“

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The mere fact that this tall man stopped in his tracks upon the language she spoke, it gives Roses a single glimmer of hope that’s followed closely by the slightest fear. There’s the chance it could be one of the boys, but there’s a chance it’s one of them all the same.

The wilderness was never an issue for her, for centuries it had been a place for her to escape and feed her kin long since lost to time. Now, it feels like a desolate place far isolated from those that once brought a comforting presence to her life.

   “Come here,” She beckons with a soft voice, tone filled with indescribable emotions that had fermented for far too long. Despite the dread that creeps upon a warrior’s bravado, the woman remains still in the darkness. She had to be certain.

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“Can you hear me?”

HE stops in his tracks at the small question , but didn't look just yet . That was a WOMAN'S voice - OUT HERE AT THIS HOUR ? Santana would go out into the wild reserves at night to collect himself as a sort or mediation . The only creatures here were pumas , coyotes or bats. Humans were vulnerable to the wilds here - but that alone didn't make him stop. It was the LANGUAGE . It was ancient . Surely no mere human would still be alive to speak it .

IN the dead of night , he listens again . EYES picking through the dark still with that stoic expression. Hands kept in sleek black pockets , but posture still slack.

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⚔ the princess bride sentence starters ⚔

“  you  mock  my  pain!  ”  “  life  is  pain.  ” “  he’s  only  mostly  dead.  ” “  i’m on  the  brute  squad.  ” “  you  are  the  brute  squad.  ” “  prepare  to  die.  ” “  we’ll  never  survive.  ” “  nonsense.  you’re  only  saying  that  because  no  one  ever  has.  ” “  who  are  you?  ” “  get  used  to  disappointment.  ” “  you  keep  using  that  word.  i  do  not  think  it  means  what  you  think  it  means.  ” “  i’ll  use  small  words  so  that  you’ll  be  sure  to  understand,  you  warthog  faced  buffoon.  ” “  that  may  be  the  first  time  in  my  life  a  man  dared  insult  me.  ” “  drop.  your.  sword.  ” “  shut  up!!  ”   “  you’ve  made  your  decision  then?  ” “  i  bet  my  life  on  it!  ” “  truly,  you  have  dizzying  intellect.  ” “  you’re  just  stalling  now.  ” “  you  guessed  wrong.  ” “  enough  of  that.  ”  “  surrender.  ” “  you  mean  you  wish  to  surrender  to  me?  very  well,  i  accept.  ” “  i  hate  waiting.  ” “  morons.  ” “  you  are  wonderful.  ” “  you  seem  a  decent  fellow,  i  hate  to  kill   you.  ” “  why  are  you  smiling?  ” “  because  i  know  something  you  don’t  know.  ” “  goodnight.  good  work.  i’ll  most  likely  kill  you  in  the  morning.  ” “  oh,  there’s  something  i  ought  to  tell  you.  ” “  think  it’ll  work?  ” “  it  would  take  miracle.  ” “  hear  this  now —  i  will  always  come  for  you.  ” “  this  is  true  love,  you  think  this  happens  every  day?  ” “  death  cannot  stop  true  love.  ” “  i  died  that  day.  ” “  we  may  as  well  die  here.  ” “  he’s  dead.  he  can’t  talk.  ”   “  as  you  wish.  ”   “  why  didn’t  you  wait  for  me?  ”   “  you  can  die  slowly,  cut  into  a  thousand  pieces.  ” “  you  killed  my  love.  ” “  it’s  possible. i  kill  a  lot  of  people.  ”   “  yes,  you’re  very  smart.  shut  up.  ”   “  you’ve  been  mostly-dead  all  day.  ”  “  inconceivable!!  ”  “  let  me  explain.  ”   “  your vote of confidence is overwhelming.  ” “  what  hideous  sin  have  you  committed  lately?  ” “  will  you  ever  forgive  me?  ” “  there’s a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. it would be a pity to damage yours.  ”  

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Extremely Exhausted Starters

“You. Rest. Now.”

“You took five steps and need to sit down again?”

“I’m absolutely fine, I just need to sit down.”

“I just need to sit-what do you mean I’m already laying down?”

“Your eyes aren’t focusing. Just close them for ten minutes.”

“Write one sentence on this piece of paper, and then I’ll let you up.”

“I just need a breather, that’s all. Maybe ten. No fifteen.”

“We’re both so exhausted we can’t even argue about not being exhausted.”

“When I said I needed five more minutes I meant it more like hours.”

“… no… I’m tired… let me sleep… I don’t want to get up.”

“We need to get out of the heat, you’re starting to look sick.”

“You can’t hide those shaking hands from me. You need to stop.”

“I’m just a little cold, I’m okay, really. Let me sit with a blanket or something.”

“Moving…? No I’m good thanks.”

“Gravity has a hold on me of which I have not the strength to break.”

“Was… was that actually there? That wasn’t there was it?”

“I’ve had no energy for three days.”

“You worked yourself so hard that you’ve been sentenced to three days of bed rest.”

“Listen I can… I can get up. It’s fine.”

“If we’re both in this state, we both really screwed up somewhere huh?”

“I have energy for exactly one more person of favourable standing, and going the hell to bed. With or without that person, bed is happening.”

“You’ve struggled to move anything for the last hour.”

“This is what happens when you over exert yourself.”

“You were almost dead from pushing it too far!”

“I went a little overboard sure… but I’m still alive. So shh.”

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@breatheflcra​ cont. from here

The tall woman remains quiet in reponse for a moment, though it seems the slight pain on her features subsides for the time being. Humans had always been so loud, these new modern changes certainly doesn’t help with that.

But there’s a soft exhale in response, tired eyes moving to gaze back upon the stranger as she shakes her head. “Migraines, nothing more.”

The Pillar Woman is otherwise quiet once more as she scans her surroundings, the human nothing but a mere background noise to her as she keeps her eyes peeled for something. Or someone.

   “. . .Hm. . . I do not suppose you know these parts, do you?”

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Auguste Rodin (1840-1917) “Young Mother in the Grotto” (1891) Marble Located in the Philadelphia Museum of Art, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, United States

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      I'd hate to look into those eyes 

                                                            and see an ounce of pain.

Whoa, oh, oh

                                                                             Sweet child o' mine.

                                                       mother of santana

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