Jannali remained silent. Her father had always erred on the side of caution around Kwilana, in that he tried to speak as little of her as possible. Once, he had mentioned that on the day of Kwilana's return from the mountain, the tribe was sent into a frenzy. He refused to say any more to Jannali, other than that he thought that her supposed power, while potentially dangerous, might also have been blown out of proportion by the Ansharin.

Whatever the case, Jannali needed to know more. She weighed the options; the first and most obvious one was to go straight to Kwilana. Judging Kwelek's hesitation to even speak of her, Jannali doubted that option would be agreeable with the others. She was certainly afraid of approaching Kwilana, as well, but she [i]had[/i] to learn more. If she had to, Jannali would go alone to Kwilana's hut.

The only other option Jannali could foresee was, again, taking Kwelek's finding straight to the elders. But if Kwelek was right, and if this was tied to Kwilana, the elders would certainly take it from them and they would never know more. Jannali shook her head; that was unacceptable.

She shifted uneasily, as she prepared to speak up. "I think..." Jannali paused. Her heart began to race as she struggled to find the words she needed. Taking action was not a strength of hers. She swallowed, hoping she would be able to speak through the dryness of her throat. "I think we should take this to Kwilana, then. Otherwise... we might not ever get to know more." Jannali quickly looked down at her feet, avoiding eye contact with the others. She braced herself for the worst, fearing that they would shoot her suggestion down harshly.