Ciaran wasn't the only one in the camp with a gift. He saw others raise a tent eith a gesture, murmur an enchantment over a healing poultice or peer at the guts of a chicken to read the future. Gifts were used more openly to preserve the spoils of hunting and gathering for the coming winter.
Ciaran sat beside the central fire on a rare break from Deagan's constant barrage of orders and tried not to remember the harvest festivals of his childhood, clinging to his father's hand and begging for pumpkin seeds or a toy.
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