I flew into our tent and stood for a moment with my wings spread. Mwita was weaving a basket by candlelight. He always wove when he was worried. “Luyu was looking for you,” he said, putting his basket down. He threw me my rapa once I’d changed back. “Eh? Why? It’s late.” “I think she just wants to talk,” he said. “She’s been reading the Great Book.” “They all have.” “But she’s starting to understand more.” I nodded again. Good. “I’ll talk to her tomorrow.” I sat down beside him on our sleeping mat.
