At one year of age, all the children could run and jump. They hurried through the tribe's snow-covered paths, dashing toward their homes.
After their weekly lesson with the Elder Witch Priest, they would return home to practice their Spear Technique. Jiang Qiu would also return to Xiong's house, where he had been living for the past year.
Just as he pushed open the courtyard gate, a clear, sweet voice suddenly came from next door. "Hill, are you back from the Elder Witch Priest's?"
He turned to look and saw a girl with rosy cheeks leaning out from the neighboring courtyard. She was rubbing her hands together, her breath forming puffs of white steam, her large eyes shining brightly.
Her name was Flower, the neighbor's daughter. She was likely five or six years old and a good half a body taller than Jiang Qiu, though she looked small bundled up in her fur coat.
"Yeah."
Jiang Qiu nodded in response.
"Wait a second..."
