Larksong Grotto dreams walking in broad daylight

A trade? She didn't have any skills, having never learned from any of the adults in her life except to stay alive - was that a skill? She could hunt a little; what more was there?

Indra thought quickly, not recognizing the full threat of the man or what he offered; she stared at those yellow teeth and felt a familiar upset tremble the length of her spine, like long fingers spidering along the length.

What sorta... jobs? Too late, she'd taken the bait.