She laughed. “Cheesemaking, gardening, sewing, teaching children after they’re weaned. Vahn and reig are just—jobs, really.” It was hard to explain. Men and women hadn’t made any damn sense to her when she’d first heard it explained, either. Illogical. Messy. Vahn and reig were about what people did, not about what they looked like before they even knew their own grandmothers.
