Someone had protected the Rainbow Labyrinth tribehold.
“Who could have done this?” he asked aloud.
The other six men and women with him only gave him back the same look—confused and unsure. They shivered and coughed in the snow. They weren’t used to the cold or the high mountain air. He knew they were wondering if he would tell them to stay long enough to dance the whole spell again. That would take many weeks.
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He wasn’t really speaking to the little girl standing beside him. But still, she looked up at him with wide, serious eyes.
“Kavio the Rain Dancer,” she said. She had joined him so quietly, almost no one noticed.
Meira.
His daughter. His only child. She was only eight, but already people said she would grow into a great beauty. Her long, straight black hair was tied with strings of pearls. The twists reached her ankles. Her tiny face was a perfect moon. Her lips looked like a small pink shell. Her eyes were deep blue pools, full of the colors of ocean and sky.
People said she looked just like him, but smaller and more perfect. He was large, covered in tattoos, a tower of muscle. His long hair was braided at the top to show his kills. She looked like a sweet little doll.
Meira.
His daughter. His only child. She had died six years ago.
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