The warmth of the buffalo hive greeted Migisi's senses first. Then, it was the smell of the trees, the grass, and the dirt. Finally, the chill of the morning.

Tiredly, Migisi opened her eyes, seeing a strange essence passing over her. Even from where she was, she could taste the moisture of it as it glided over her, slower than a river. She tiredly smiled at the sight.

Kwanita said this was called a mist, and it was made of water and appeared during most times the sun rises.

Wait.

All sleep vanished from her, and with a gasp, Migisi shot upwards, the sudden movement making her feel ill for a short moment before she looked around frantically.

She almost cried with relief when she saw Honan sleeping next to her, his own buffalo hive close to hers, and when she saw their mother over by the trees, making strange but beautiful motions with her hands, her lips moving. Then, as if sensing her daughter's eyes on her, Kwanita turned to face her, a smile gracing her face.

She walked over to her.

"Good morning Migisi," she greeted quietly. She then looked over her daughter, her smile disappearing. "What is wrong?"

"Mother..." Migisi took a deep breath. "What will happen if I lose control of my abilities?"

Her mother went silent, her expression going blank. Then, slowly, she said, "Where did you think of that?"

"The Holy Spirit King of the Moon, Iamar, Mother." Migisi was suddenly afraid after she finished speaking.

Kwanita went silent once more, a thoughtful expression appearing on her features. She moved to sit beside Migisi, her deerskin skirts creating a halo around her.

"Did you see him while you were sleeping Migisi?" her mother finally asked.

Reluctantly, Migisi nodded.

Kwanita nodded to herself. "That was not a dream Migisi," she said. "Iamar told me what he did."

"Ah?" Migisi stared at her mother in alarm.

"You have not dreamed Migisi," Kwanita continued, "rather you were brought before Iamar in his realm, something that he rarely does with people except when they have powers like mine. However, he is right Migisi, you need to be trained on how to use your powers, and soon."

"Mother?" questioned Migisi fearfully.

Kwanita sighed. "Forgive me Migisi, I do not mean to frighten you, but I do not want to take any chances with that vision Iamar showed you coming true. I was lucky to have someone else to train me so I could have the control I have now, but you need it now, and I will be the one who teaches you."

"You will?" Migisi repeated. "When?"

"When we are safe." With a smile, Kwanita stood up. "Now, wake your brother. We must continue our journey. We are not safe yet."