The woman said nothing, just looking at her without comment. Zya let her eyes wander around the tent, before finally settling back on the woman. Still gazing, the woman had a look about her that Zya had seen in only a few people before. Despite looking ancient, the eyes had a youthful sparkle in them. They also carried a look of command unlike anyone Zya had seen, except perhaps for Venla, whom she realised bore an uncanny resemblance to the old woman.
The hanging bunches formed a pattern from the floor. Each was delicately arranged to form a multi-pointed star. “The patterns signify all that we believe in and respect. They are formed of the elements of the gods, as are we. The pattern signifies the stars in the heavens, from which we all descend. The eagle feathers are of the wind, which
