The bell rang and all of the boys and girls on the verge of adulthood ran to Grandmother's tent. There were about fifteen of them, both male and female, all learning the lessons that would help them as adults. 'Not all of Grandmother's stories make sense, but they will in time.' That was what all of the children were told.
Grandmother stood at the head of the tent, her dark robe covering her entire body, save for her head. Her steel gray hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail and her faced was covered in lines beyond the tribe's reckoning. Grandmother was the name she had taken when she came to the tribe, already old, now ancient. They didn't know where she had come from but they welcomed her teachings.
"Children," she began, her horse voice a whisper. "Tonight, I'm going to tell you t
