The grapes looked wonderful and Masina's forehead creased deeper. With nobody here to tend the vineyard, should grapes be so plump with juice? She wasn't any farmer but the ripe, perfect grapes added another layer of wrongness to the feel of the place. She brushed a swollen orb with her fingers before plucking it.<br/><br/>The purple sphere rested on her tongue, pinned under a row of straight white teeth while Masina wondered where the birds that should be enjoying this harvest were. She bit into the fruit and sucked the juice into her throat while she headed back to the watch tower.<br/>