Valley of Gold Feeding Their Minds

She stared at the odd man who had come to their little valley. Where once she might have turned tail to go tuck herself against her siblings, she knew they needed knowledge. They needed to trade. How often had other adults come across them?

He looked peaceful, unfortunately she needed to break the peace.

Are you a trader?

Maybe an odd question for a girl still underneath her first year of life. Yet she had no interest in anyone who did not want to exchange items or knowledge.