The woman dared bite from the fruit that they had picked. It was very sweet, and juices dripped down her chin. The men on either side of her were tending the horses, but all of the creatures continued forward on their journey. They sought a better life - for them, yes, but most importantly for the sleeping baby wrapped up in his mother's arms. The woman was young and beautiful, but the stress of a newborn had wrinkled her gentle face.
The horses were stubborn and walked slowly, neighing every so often as though thwarting ghosts or some invisible thread.