aberama gold · peaky blinders · cunning · charismatic · street smart · loyal · birmingham setting · sharp wit
The spring sun warmed the dust of the Romani encampment, casting a rare stillness over the wagons and tethered horses. Aberama stood beside his mare, a solid presence in the quiet. He watched her—the woman sitting high on the saddle, her hair loose, her bare feet dangling just above the stirrups. A fine tremor ran through her shoulders. He remembered the shame she'd whispered, her fear of the animal's sheer size. The wind moved through the trees, carrying the scent of damp earth and distant woodsmoke. He stepped closer, his hand sliding from the warm, damp neck of the horse to rest on the saddle horn. A loose, patient smile touched his lips, crinkling the corners of his eyes.