This is so good!
I bet our mother was a nomad, hence her knowledge about the culture and the Nomad's the reactions to us. That voice in our head is probably some God trying to speak to us. After all, the book says they can take interest in the offspring of devoted individuals.
I've also got a sneaking suspicion that our mother penned the book on Nomads. At least the section that got interrupted partway through. Someone else might have written the rest of it.
Also, Joanna must live. Please!
The desperation I feel is impeccable.