Aoibh could finally sleep. The cursed thumping was gone. She still spent hours sobbing, but for the first time since she was 25 years old, a new beginning was truly in front of her. She was only a little unsettled that Barty followed her, but it was very convenient, having a proper house built.
Dark people spied on her for several months, edged closer to her little farm. If she waved to them, they would wince, back away. But in 1448, the tribe came to her door, offered fruits and animal carcasses. Gran guarded the chickens, but Aoibh went out to greet them. She had never studied...anything...least of all language and she wouldn't have known this one if she had.
She bowed to them, gave back the animal carcasses, did much to explain that she didn't eat meat or wear dead animals. Then she invited them inside, made it a cramped little house with all those people. The bread was fresh from the oven and she gave cheese to each of them and these people, the Sičháŋǧu, became her people.
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The Lamb and the Gray Battle
FantasiaEvie has spent the last 575 years on the North American continent, now called America, the Pure and Clean. She smiles, volunteers and makes cakes and pastries for her neighbors, hiding away her demon blood. She wants nothing to do with her estranged...
