Keravel's Travels (Book One?)

Four Turns

So many chores, so little time, Keravel mused to himself as he worked.
He knew he could have them finished in seconds, but it was forbidden. His mother forbaid it on account of all the superstition swirling around the town.

"You're an anamoly." She'd say in a reproachful manner. "You must not let them see anything out of the ordinary for they will surely think you a demon of the Spire and seek to kill you."

Swish, swish. His tail danced over the ground begging him, pleading with him. Just one flick, it whispered to him, that's all it would take.

Shaking his head, he dismissed the thought. It wouldn't turn out well. Mother would find out. She always knew no matter how far from the hut she went to work. Possibly because of the strange things that happened afterward. He wasn't sure what he was doing wrong. Something about the way he was flicking it perhaps? Too violently maybe. Or it was more likely that he just flicked it the wrong way...

Counter clockwise this time...

"NO!" He shouted at himself. It wouldn't do to have another accident happen. Especially, not so close to the last one.
The final piece of the log he'd been cutting made an ominous thwuck! as it cleanly shaved itself off and dropped to the dead earth below.
"There." He sighed, "Finally done!" He turned and surveyed his work. The wood neatly piled next to his makeshift cutting stand was perfect in just about every way. No log longer than another. Not a one uneven. Again...

"Well, you win some, you lose some!" He muttered cheerfully. Mother wouldn't be pleased. It was one of the things the townfolk found eerily odd about him. He couldn't do anything without it ending up done completely flawless.

Whistling a skipper tune to himself, he wrapped his tail dexterously around his pile and set off at a quick trot home.
The inhabitants of the small village were few. Molly and her two boys on the step of their home talking with one of the Watchers gave him a slight pause before he dismissed the oddity. He went on into the village a few more houses before he met with his next oddity.

And this one wouldn't be ignored...
Walking along and whistling to himself, he walked out into the bright village square and was rendered temporarily blind. As such, he didn't notice the huddle of people until he had almost turned the corner.
They seemed to be examining something laying on the pathway along the well. Well that explains the lack of greetings... Was the first thought and then...

He caught a glimpse of what they were gathered around in a moments brief break of the crowd. Was that...?

"Mother!!?" He yelled, dropping the firewood and sprinting headlong towards the encirclement.