As I drew my hand back I cursed myself for shaking. I pulled the string until it was taunt, firmly against my nose. I was trained for this, paint stained my face, tattoos symbolizing swift fortune snaked around my forearms, yet despite this, I was hesitating.
We used to be sisters. A tribe happily united. At least that’s what the elders told me. It wasn’t spoken about. I had to ask my questions ...