Chapter 12: Life is Cyclic
Kia shivered as the night breeze sent chill fingers crawling down her neck and pulled the soft red woolen shawl tighter. She looked around at the faces, rosy from sitting by the blazing fire. Her heart was bursting. Her brother, Jared, his wife, Kultaseni, Rial’s grandmother, Ambuya, a tall, black-haired imposing woman who acted as leader and priestess for the refugees, and many others were familiar from her previous visit with Rial.
After leaving Isokirjain, they drove for three days, stopping late at night, sleeping in the transport and starting off early in the morning before leaving the land-skeet with friends of Teina in the last village. Kia groaned when they collected two horses and supplies before setting off across the empty grasslands bordering the mo
