Chapter Twenty-SixNot for the first time since taking up residence in the Ixtrayu village, Davin wished he had a mirror handy. Or at least a hairbrush. He wasn't a high-maintenance guy, but the last few weeks had sucked the life out of his curly red hair. Without the ability to check his reflection in anything more technologically advanced than a pool of water, he assumed he looked like a ginger-haired sheepdog.
He used the ladle to scoop some water out of his bedroom's basin, tipping it gently over his scalp and using his fingers to rake through his hair. Then he shrugged his brand-new, custom-made, kova-leather jacket over his plain white T-shirt, admiring the fit.
He'd been quite apprehensive about mixing with the general population of the Ixtrayu tribe, given his mother's worries and
