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Her feet were shod in simple sandals, quite unlike the ornate boots she usually wore. Her hair, typically adorned with feathers and precious beads, now fell loose and unadorned over her shoulders. Her mother, with tears in her eyes, handed her a small leather bag. “Here’s some food for the journey.”

Come back when you find what you’re looking for, or when your heart calls you back home. Naya hugged her mother tightly, memorizing her scent, her warmth. I’ll come back, Mother, I promise. The road to the village of Río Seco was long and dusty. Naya walked for hours under the relentless sun.

Her feet, accustomed to the soft furs covering the floor of her tent, now felt every stone, every thorn on the path. But she didn’t complain. This was her choice, her test. When she finally spotted the first buildings of Río Seco, the sun was already beginning its descent. The town was small, barely a dozen wooden buildings weathered by wind and time.

On the main street, some men were moving boxes while women chatted on the corners. Naya took a deep breath and entered the village with a determined but humble stride. Immediately, all eyes turned to her. They weren’t welcoming glances, but rather looks of distrust, judgment, and contempt. “Look, another wandering Apache,” muttered a man in a tattered hat, spitting on the ground.