บท 922: Oliva(1)

One week later.

Oliva was walking around the village with her father, the chieftain, while looking around interestedly at everything that was happening.

Even though she had grown up seeing all of it anyway, there was an endless fascination with life within her which made her look on and try to spot things she might not have seen before, even if she was looking at Jarain gut the fish he had just taken out of the basket for the umpteenth time.

She had found the dress on that day itself- it had simply been taken by her mother to show her friends who had also marveled at such a unique shade, but after that, thankfully, she had gotten it back.

She was the chieftain's daughter, so no one would dare to bully her, and her father had also shown a rare moment of kindness when he had relented to her keeping it, even though he had made the woman who had given it leave in that fashion.