A Chief Tribe

Ashby glanced at her with his warm sympathetic smile .He knew well that Primrose wanted to know what happened to him when he left her alone at the audience seat then who was the man coming to her , sitting on his left chair for some moments but then leaving after he came , but she didn't ask anything.

Whether she didn't care or pretended not to curious or did not want to be seemed as a nosy person by inquired him ,all made him think that she was holding back to face the situation. It was strength and wisdom .Even she might be waiting for him to explain himself at his own will .But that's what called trust .

She showed him something that she created ," If you see this collage,what highlights in your mind ? "

Ash took the collage and looked at it carefully , "Van Gogh with his life loaded by misery...but there's subtle beauty in pain as everything would seem higher than you "

Sweet face models with nice and safe look...Wild flowers..

Gigantic old trees.

Many things can make you
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