Mythara

Namid stood back under the tall pines watching the figure in the plain tunic throw stones into the pool under the waterfall. It was fifteen minutes away from the huddle of huts in the clearing. Out here, surrounded by trees and the roar of the falling water, it was easy to forget there was anyone else in the world. She fingered the edge of her deerskin tunic, embroidered with the entwined figures of a eagle and a deer, watching her brother. At the age of sixteen, Keme had just attempted to find his own spirit guide. The tunic he wore bore only the figure of the eagle, the clan totem. After a few minutes she turned sadly back into the forest,