The question did not need to be answered so there was no need for her to call forth her sister.   A sister she really did not know.   A sister that had failed miserably in her own time in this realm.   Only to find death at the end of her five years.   It seemed to Wahida that she would be repeating a hopeless pattern each one of them before her had fallen into.   One had survived this.  That one being her mother and right now  her thinking was what the others had attempted had not worked.   An thus it was not what her mother had done.<br/><br/>Reaching the opening of the cave.   It appears darkness will come shortly.   Night fall will descend upon the land soon.   She pauses in the entrance and sets her hands on her ample delight of her curvaceous hips.  Nothing slender about them at all.   She was and is never mistaken for a boy.   Fear is not what grips her.   No only the mindset of one that planned to survive.    She receded back a bit then into the shadows of the cave.   Crouch down on her heels squatting.    Peering out of the cave as she would wait the night and leave in the morning.<br/><br/>As she waits the more she thinks on the ghostly apparition of her sister.    The more she thinks any advice from her  should  be taken with a grain of salt and weighed.    She also had to figure out how to deal with demons.   Common sense she had plenty of that.   An the odds were against her she would not run into demon.   The likely hood was great.   She had to have a plan when she did.   The last thing she needed was to be strapped over a table and birthing demon brats every month for the next five years.    A idea comes to mind if such should occur and she falls into a demon clutches.