Supper was a loud and friendly affair. Kana’s home swarmed with children - orphans, she said, of the wars and raids that had plagued her village over the years, the same wars that had taken her parents. The children were bright-eyed and cheerful, climbing over everyone and everything, quick to squabble over their food, and just as quick to share it. Kana was mother and sister to them all, helping the little ones eat their food, mopping mess and wiping tears.
Rastaban was surprised at how delicious the food was, and he dug in heartily. So this was Shanka’s nation.
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