"What have you been up to these past couple of years!?" A young man in a pair of jeans and the plain black tee that everyone wore. His name is Oliver, and he has a nickname which was Ollie. Ollie shouted from across the fire, he was one of the people that stayed by my side till I recovered, I think he was the medicine woman's nephew.
I looked around nervously, feeling everyone's curious eyes on me. Especially the children that were sitting on either side of me, ignoring Zayn's presence completely. Which based on the frown on his face, it was obvious he was upset.
"What all do you want to know?" I asked returning the question and Ollie rose from his spot on a log and walked over to sit in front of me, with his back to the fire. The elders watched him move, and they had a twinkle in their eyes, as they were pleased that we were getting along.
