Some tribe members gazed wistfully westward, lost in memories. Were they recalling past glories or mourning the loved ones they had left behind during their desperate flight?
In a gesture of solidarity, the tribe's women ensured that meals were prepared communally, allowing everyone, especially those grieving losses, to eat together.
The original residents of the Krasus territory, witnessing the tribe's effort to rebuild their lives, occasionally gifted them fresh fruit or vegetables. Michael's equitable policies, enforced by Julian and Arnando, had fostered mutual understanding between the newcomers and the locals.
Their breakfast was a simple yet hearty affair: thin flour dough baked on hot stones, served with goat milk and vegetable salads. As always, the matron Mahu bustled around, ensuring the seasoning was perfect and that everyone had enough to eat.
