Set up for this week's six:
My heroine, Nasnana is working with her clan and that of others who have gathered for the yearly Caribou migration. Her recent contact with a member of a different group has stirred an interest she hasn't experienced with anyone of her own clan. The image of the handsome face and virile body has caused a sleepless night, and she's thinking back on when she first saw him. Here's today's six:
Returning to her chore, she bent and started pulling brush into her arms. Despite her long sleeves, sticks and thistles prickled through to her skin, causing her to readjust her load. She recalled a song the tribe often sang around the campfire and started to hum.
Someone tapped her shoulder. “Drink?”
She straightened and swallowed hard.
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