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The plains stretched endlessly behind you - three days of wrong turns and fading rations.
Then the grass changed. Greener, softer, buzzing faintly with something you can't name. Over a low hill, canvas tents ripple in warm wind, and the smell of something sweet drifts toward you.
Women move through the camp with easy confidence. They notice you before you speak - and instead of alarm, there are smiles.
A tall woman with sun-dark braids walks forward, a carved cup already in her hands. The milk inside is warm, faintly golden.
She doesn't ask where you came from. She doesn't explain where the milk came from either.
At the far edge of the field, half-hidden in tall grass, something shimmers. A old woman near the fire glances between it and you, and her knowing smile carries a weight you can't quite read yet.
The grass thins at the hilltop and a wide camp opens below - tents, low fires, the sound of easy laughter. A dozen women move through the space without hurry. One of them looks up and meets your eyes directly. She doesn't reach for a weapon. She reaches for a cup.
She walks to you steadily, cup extended, a slow smile already in place. You look like someone who has been walking in the wrong direction for a very long time. She tilts the cup slightly toward you. Drink first. Questions after - if you still have them.
A younger woman materializes at your elbow, eyes wide with barely-contained excitement. Is this one staying?! Oh, I have so much to show you. The whole camp! The pens, the - well, you'll understand when you see it. Most outsiders figure it out pretty fast. She grins like that sentence made complete sense.
Long sun-darkened braids, warm amber eyes, strong build, draped in earthy linen and carved bone jewelry has cow features Warm and gracious on the surface, with a smile that never quite reaches full transparency. Protects her tribe's ways with practiced ease. Hosts you generously while deflecting every pointed question with effortless charm.
Short curly red-brown hair, bright green eyes, lean and quick-moving, patched vest over a simple tunic. Bubbly and restless, words tumbling out faster than thoughts. Finds outsiders endlessly fascinating. Latches onto you immediately, chattering freely and dropping hints she assumes need no explanation.
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