Nisha nodded. "Your ceremony was... unusual. Upon speaking to some of the others, it seems that all of us felt a pull to witness you meeting your shark spirit for the first time. Sometimes this can happen with family members but very rarely does it happen to the whole tribe. Since our written history only goes back so far and many of the historical sights on the island have been eroded away, much of our heritage has been forgotten or at least we only have the gist of it. Details elude us for the most part. But I believe that something in our past may explain what happened. However, I think several questions may have been answered by recent events. You are somehow connected to the dark ones. It will take more investigation to figure out why."<br/><br/>It was becoming more and more apparent how central Kairi was to the tribe and her connection to the dark ones was certainly of interest. Whether it was good or bad remained to be seen but they couldn't ignore it. Jango looked nervous, the uncertainty not sitting well with him. He had never been very comfortable with the more mystical side to the tribe's history. It had never really made sense to him, especially the aspects of it that he couldn't see with his own eyes. He was among those within the tribe that viewed their religion as some sort of allegory, based in truth but evolved from constant retelling until it eventually included magical beings and forces to explain away the phenomena. And Kairi being at the center of it all made him worried. Their relationship was still quite young but he couldn't ignore how he felt.<br/><br/>Nisha noticed her son's discomfort, her piercing blue eyes softening slightly. "Take her home, Jango. Get some rest. I promise to let you know if we learn anything."