Chapter 6

The place the Moon People called home was not quite a village, not quite a camp. Could it be called a den?

Tents of various shapes and sizes were nestled between the rocks, none of them looking as though they had been made with any particular design in mind. Some were tall and propped up by crisscrosses of long poles, others were short and squat, and some were little more than lean-tos beneath which the Moon People lounged in the evening sun.

Others had built earth lodges not dissimilar to some of the dwellings in Netya’s own village, but there was not a single house of logs to be seen.

The whole encampment was set atop a raised outcropping that overlooked the land for miles around. It was roughly the size of a small hill, and farther up the slope more and more rocks broke through the surface of the earth until a large stone peak capped it off, a natural monument that Netya suspected looked quite beautiful from afar.

Among the rocks higher up, she could see w