Dakshana disn't know what happened or why the shamans looked at her and cried. She did not know why she was not asleep in her bed. She knew nothing of Ashoken the elder, who was gone, or the patch of burnt grass behind his hut. All she knew was that she was tired, cranky, and wanted to sleep more, and she couldn't find her doll. Dakshana wanted to know what happened to her doll, but no one would tell her. No one told her anything, and she resigned herself to the excuse that she would understand when she grew up.
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