I woke up in an unfamiliar tent.Unlike the large yurt of the creche, this was a personal tent. It was only really sized for one or two full-grown Uli, but the real giveaway was how lived-in it seemed. The tent was full of belongings and personal effects, including more carved ivory.“Good, you’re awake,” my father said, as he entered the tent, which was clearly his. He set down a stone-carved plate with some brined meat and some seafood on it next to the bed I was in, which caught my attention since the children didn’t get such plates with our food.The stone was probably fragile and breakable, so it was a safety issue, rather than treating the children as livestock for the slaughter, though as my memories of the past day returned to me, it did seem that was also the case.I took a mindful breath, dismissing that negative thought for now, as well as my curiosity about how these Uli carved stone and ivory, and looked up at my father. Daru seemed different from the man I had met once per year since I was born. Instead of the stoic and intimidating sire, he now seemed softer, almost a warm and caring father.“What happened?” I asked, my throat feeling scratchy. I ached all over still, and my chest itched. I stopped myself from scratching at it, as well as from looking at it.“The Blood Fever,” Daru explained. “It was… particularly hard on you. All boys get it when they become Bloodied, but it usually doesn’t render them asleep for as long as you.”Frowning, I checked in with myself, and felt an unfamiliar power within. Had I come here straight from my first life, this feeling would have been entirely foreign to me, but after a life as Tovar, I was quite familiar with a similar force. Pulling up my System, I confirmed what I was feeling.