He did not feel like a village today. He felt like a boy holding a leaking gourd.
Behind him, in the village, his mother stopped humming. mother village chapter 1
It was small, running along the base of the baobab’s eastern root—the root that pointed toward the Ashen Grove. He had never seen it before. But when he knelt and pressed his ear to the bark, he heard something that made his blood hum. He did not feel like a village today