I. You've got to be Carefully Taught
The morning sun blazed across the desert, over the plateaus on its edge, and into the well-hidden Tinic village. The little, cozy buildings were built of both wood and stone, right in the base of the smallest plateau, on the eastern side. From the eye level of a Tinic, the village was easy to see, but from the air, it was invisible. An east-facing window, winking unseen so near the desert, welcomed the first rays of that morning.
He awoke with a snort as a bright beam of light fell upon his eyes. He sat up slowly with a yawn, the thin quilt falling off of his bare chest. He stretched his arms, co