The waning dusk hung over the village. Joyful countenances flowed in song and dance in a longhouse atop the hill, with cottages stacked below it. In that village, in one such cottage that tiptoed along the edge of the village, slouched a girl—with the mundanity of the evening weighing on her face. Her moment of contemplation was broken with a hand on her shoulder. “Camila,” her mother asked, “would