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Kwelek Djilyaro, 'Kwenda'

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The very mention of the Witch's name brought up feelings of uncertainty and caution among the small gathering. Kwelek had feared this would be the case, preemptively hanging his head in preparation to be berated by the others for such a foolish claim. Then the timid Jannali spoke up,
"I think..." Kwelek lifted his head towards her soft voice, his eyes widening in shock when she offered a suggestion that he would never have expected her to, "I think we should take this to Kwilana, then. Otherwise... we might not ever get to know more".
"Jannali," Kwelek began, though he couldn't bring himself to say any more. Right from the start he had known that involving Jannali in something like this would make her uncomfortable. He would have felt just awful if she, or any of the others, got into trouble with the elders because of him. To see that she was just as curious as he was was such a relief.

Kwelek reached out and put his hand gently on Jannali's shoulder as a sign of gratitude. Before he could think of the right words to say, Nortooga spoke up.
"Whatever your decision is, you better make haste in following it. The hunt will start any time now and there are a considerable amount of tribe members gone "missing". Furthermore I will be held responsible for delaying the hunt as I volunteered on bringing you back. So if you want to follow trough with this, visiting the witch, we should go now". Kwelek rubbed the back of his head with the hand he had used to reach out to Jannali, offering the older hunter a shy smile.
"Right. Yes, we should definitely go see Kwilana" Kwelek nervously looked over to Yala for her approval. Despite the stern yet anxious look plastered across her face, the painter offered a sigh of defeat. Kwelek started to feel a bit better about seeing the Witch with Yala and Nortooga along with him. Not to discredit Jannali, but the calm, level headed nature of the two older Ansharin was quite comforting.

Before anyone could say another word, the sound of a loud, deep drone filled the air. From where the group was sitting, it was clear that it was coming from the Moodja. It was the signal that the Ansharin gave when the hunt began. It would also be the signal for when the hunt came to a close in a few hours. The group would have to make haste to Kwilana.
"Alright then! Let's be qui-"
"You know, you guys are quite loud". Kwelek spun around to the source of the interruption to see the pale moon beauty Alkina staring at them from underneath the canvas of her tent. The young man froze in place, mostly from embarrassment that he hadn't even noticed someone had been sitting so close to them all this time, but also at the sight of the mysterious, incandescent treasure of the Ansharin. While it seemed odd that Alkina was cloistered away as some precious jewel, Kwelek would be lying if he had tried to deny that the blind young girl was not something of an infatuation with him and many other Ansharin.

Thankfully, Alkina had taken Kwelek's stunned silence as an opportunity to continue her speech about the group's rather dishonest intentions. There was even a pang of worry that she would rat them out to the Elders now that she had heard their ploy. Then Alkina's confidence started to fade and her voice trailed off towards the end of her smug lecture,
"And if you want… I can perhaps be of help to you…?" Kwelek could feel his muscles begin to ease up a little, though his mind was still racing. Alkina, the Elder's pet and most cherished dancer, wanted to join their little escapade? Kwelek couldn't help but grin at the idea of this beautiful, cloistered, blind girl having a bit of a mischievous streak to her. He almost felt rude, but then he remembered that she wouldn't have been able to notice it anyway.

Kwelek slowly approached her, making sure not to get too close as if she was some strange exhibit and not a person.
"Of... Of coarse, we'd be happy to have you with us". There was a slight hesitance in his voice, though he figured nobody would object to having Alkina with them. Though it was a strange feeling, being in her company. With the group assembled, they quickly made their way in the direction of the Ngarlak field where Kwilana resided in her segregated hut.



Kwelek had to admit, he was feeling a lot more eager about speaking to Kwilana right up until the point where he was staring down her hut right at the edge of the Ngarlak field. The large, scaly beasts grazed peacefully while various workers tended to them. Occasionally one would shoot them a curious look, only adding to the urgency of their task. No doubt word would get out around the tribe that the group had been seen near Kwilana's hut. With that in mind, Kwelek knew there was no point going back. He took a step forward and reached out to draw back the tarp that separated the group and the witch. His hand faltered and Kwelek found himself standing there stunned when suddenly a strong, feminine voice drifted from inside the hut.
"Enter, little ones. You won't find the answers you seek standing out there in the heat". If Kwelek had been nervous before, he was absolutely terrified now. Just hearing her voice address him and the others sent shivers down his spine. He swallowed his fear, thinking about the others and how much they wished to know about this journal. With a burst of courage, Kwelek pushed the slit in the canvas open and entered. Kwilana's hut didn't have much to speak of. It was empty aside from the witch herself and a series of strange markings etched into the walls and dirt. Kwilana sat in the corner, as beautiful as she was rumoured to be. Her bewitching eyes settled upon the group of youngsters as a warm smile spread across her face.
"So, you hear the call of the mountain as well?"
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