“There were many people in this place.  The forest climbed around their shelters to protect from the sun.  The children were the first to approach me, as I was just as foreign to the people as they were to me.  Several of them had the beautiful spots like Amina, others varied in their shades of brown, blending with the forest around them.  It was the ones that looked like me that surprised me the most,” he chuckled, showing them the twins looking at another pair of twins, the only different was the build of their bodies and the texture of their hair.  Fearchar and Seonaid looked up at him, confused. “But, you are Fyskar, are they too? You said that you are the last of your tribe,” Seonaid asked him.

Eoin shook his head, his smile slipping.  “They are not Fyskar. Some of them had family that looked like them.  They had been ostracized from the villages and Amina and Tau had brought them to this village, giving them a safe place to start over. They told me that they and the village medicine man came from a long way away, where they boarder a vast sea.  They collected those tossed aside by their own people on their way to where they established Egret Nest.

Those that looked like me, eyes the color of the sky above the Sahara, their eyesight was poor, some completely blind. They do not have the same ability to communicate through touch as I do. I tried with so many of them to see if they could.  I’m not sure what it is that afflicts them, but it is apparently not a rare trait to crop up in the area. They suffer the sun worse then the boys and I do. Their burns can turn splotched and raised, sometimes growing too large, leaving them with a sickness that I cannot cure. Amina told me, when I finally started to learn one of their many language, that her spots happen gradually while those like me are born pale already.”

He showed them his thatched wattle and daub hut and plot of land he had been allowed by the village. The building stood out against the rest of the village. A short hut occupied the forefront and a miniscule hallway sent itself backward to a rectangular building with a round protuberance at the end. “They allowed me to build as I wanted out on the edge. Wattle and daub in their way was easier than rock, so it went up quickly enough.”

A small flock of mixed game birds cawed back and forth around the house. Off to one side was a small vegetable plot. Against the walls were herbs and flowers. On the opposing side was a large pen with a small flock of brown and white speckled goats consisting of a buck and three does. “Goats were a different beast to learn to work with. My flock of wool sheep I had tended, as every other Fyskar’s flock and herd, had been taken by the Daleroch. I was pleased to return to caring for a small flock, even if it were the strange creatures. I could not harvest wool from them, to my disappointment, but I had no one to spin and weave, so it was probably for the better.” The buck shoved it’s head through the fence and bleated appealingly. Eoin grabbed up a handful of dry grass at the edge of the fencing and offered it to the creature while gently rubbing it’s forehead. An easy smile skimmed his lips at the memory of the goats.

“The boys formed fast friendships with the other young children of the village. Amina tended to take them when she went to visit with the other mothers. Her own daughter had already left to join with another village. She was hoping to dote on grandchildren, and Callum and Albin proved to be a good surrogate for her desire.

I did end up with a pair of older lads, Ajuji and Kgomotso, from Tau’s recommendation, who took a fancy to my odd way of farming and mending and cooking, and tolerated my handicap. We formed a make shift sign language, those two and myself. With their conniving, soon enough, I had secured myself a suitable enterprise in cultivating soft fruit and creating rather passable cranachan and black bun. They helped me bribe my way into good standing with the more skeptical villagers.”

Seonaid and Fearchar watched time slip by.  Plants grew and the seasons changed from dry to wet. Callum and Albin started to gain height.  “It was into their first year that I was taken in by the doctor of the village, when he learned that I had talent for healing. Ajuji had come down with a seasonal cough, but he feared the doctor and refused to see him. I provided him a dose of one of my simple tinctures to still the aggravation. Kgomotso, who’s uncle was close to the doctor, told his family. Soon enough, everyone knew that I had cured Ajuji’s cough. I began training in their way, and contributing my learnings, in earnest.  The man taught me the various plants and insects, animals, river creatures of the forest and how to harvest and store them in the new environment I found myself in.

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