The two considered each other across the fire. Smoke rose lazily between them, and the flames were reflected in each one’s eyes.
The witch doctor watched the nervous youth with the still, intense focus of a crocodile.
Tristram marvelled at the aborigine’s black bushy eyebrows above his bright, liquid orange eyes.
Dinewan. Emu. An apt name.
Dinewan. Emu. An apt nameSuddenly the witch doctor let out a long exhalation through his nose.
Tristram sensed that it was designed to unnerve him, so he responded with an exaggerated exhalation of his own.
The old man’s eyes sparkled dangerously. Then suddenly his face gave way to a rueful grin.
Tristram smiled in return.
“Salutations.” Tristram began suavely. “It is a pleasure to finally meet you.”
The witch doctor tilted his head in curiosity
