She’d never bartered before and was worried they’d take advantage of her the moment she showed interest in what they were selling. Vendors beckoned to Kaiina as she passed, but she timidly avoided their eyes. To prevent herself from wasting her tribe’s money, she recited her short list in her mind, like a mantra. Fragrant herbs, wild pineapple and celery, grouse eggs-her stomach growled as she passed among the vendors. She picked her way between the woven mats, perusing the goods carefully laid out on each. Holding her head high, she stepped into the clearing. Thinking of how happy her family would be with their presents gave Kaiina the courage she needed. But she was twelve now, which meant she’d have to start taking her turn trekking to the jungle market to buy supplies for her tribe.Įveryone had requests. Normally Kaiina lived with her tribe, day in and day out-she hadn’t been around this many unknown people for years, not since she had once come with her mother to this very marketplace as a little girl. IF ONLY SHE COULD TURN RIGHT AROUND AND GO HOME.
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