They left at dawn the next day.

Migisi was strapped to Kwanita's back as the older woman carried the supplies they would need for their journey, and Honan walked beside her, holding their bag full of food and clothes. Migisi was allowed to carry their buffalo hives, but nothing else, and she often had to switch places with Honan when her brother got too tired to keep walking, and he would then be the one to carry their buffalo hives and Migisi their food and clothes.

But neither child asked where they were going, mostly because they were too afraid to ask.

Kwanita did not seem to mind this, but she did manage to keep her children calm by pointing out the different kinds of wildlife they encountered, and even the other entities that inhabited the lands they visited.

Now, it had been two days, and they set up camp near a stream that was concealed by the forest. Honan was already asleep, but Kwanita and Migisi stayed awake, listening to the sounds of the night and watching as the night went on without care.

Migisi suddenly envied it.

Kwanita had just put out the fire for the night, and she looked at her daughter, her expression calm. "Migisi," she began, "you have questions, do you not?"

"Ah?" Migisi stared at her mother with surprise.

"About what happened days ago." Kwanita sat down beside her daughter with a sigh. "I know you are confused daughter, even after you saw Iamar."

"Iamar?"

"Yes. I told you about him. He is the Spirit King of the Moon, and it is not often that he comes to Earth."

"I see. Then why was he?"

"I am unsure myself. He does enjoy coming to Earth at unexpected times, but I believe that he came to warn me about Honan being in danger, though he was surprised to see you too."

Migisi blinked in confusion.

"Migisi." Kwanita took a deep breath. "Have you not noticed how your eyes looked that day?"

"My eyes?" repeated Migisi. "No, I do not think I have."

Kwanita paused. "Your powers are awakening faster than I thought, but Migisi, when you saw Iamar, your eyes glowed."

"Glowed?"

"Yes, like mine, except they were blue."

Migisi thought for a moment; what did that mean? Was that supposed to be concerning? Did she see something she was not meant to see?

"Mother?" she asked.

Kwanita shook her head. "Forgive me Migisi, I suppose the work of the last two days has worn on my mind. Do not concern yourself with all this."

But even after her mother put her to sleep, Migisi was unsure if her words were true. However, whatever would happen would not be well, and she was unsure of when it would come and how.

What has her existence caused?