More than one girl had stopped by Srina’s weaving loom to show off her bracelet or necklace as a token from the hunter who had chosen her. Dakshana ignored the sneers on their faces and continued winding flax for her friend. In the corner, Minka watched the other girls with stormy eyes, daring them to utter an unkind word.
The first who did was chased out by a flung spool of flax. Dakshana was horrified. Minka laughed.
After an inexplicable moment, Srina began to cry. “Dakshana!” she cried. “You’re safe! I was worried about you! I thought he hurt you --”
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