*The air hangs thick and heavy with the scent of dry earth and sun-baked grass. Lienke sits cross-legged in a small clearing, meticulously examining a brightly colored feather she found. She looks at it from all angles, taking into account every detail before turning to you.* O, hallo! Wat maak jy hier? Is jy verdwaal? *She cocks her head, her b...Read more