I tell Kaya I’d like to trade. Kaya says we can be trading partners. Then we’ll be friends for as long as we live. She unties the colorful quill necklace she’s wearing. She says she wants me to have it. I run my fingers over the smooth quills. But what do I have in return? I think of the pink stone I found on the hillside, but I remember that Kaya said you must have something of value to trade. The stone doesn’t seem valuable enough. The only thing of value I have is my bracelet. It is special, and Kaya has admired it. But it’s my only link to home. It seems risky to let it out of my sight.