Wahida took in everything her ghostly sister had to say.   Paying close attention to the details that are drawn out in explanation of the world.    An what may be in store for her in the next five years.     This was not her home.   This was not a safe haven here.    The cave would offer up only a sense of false security.    The woman that came to see her mother.    That woman stood out in her mind.   She would not serve her cause sitting in a cave hiding.     Calling forth a sister that already has failed in her own trail.   She look over to the furs littered in the corner.  She would rise up and head over to them.   Choosing one that is the largest to take with her.  To serve as a bedroll and or blanket for the upcoming nights.<br/><div class="floatright">(http://ist1-2.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/C/1/h/C/C1hC/Wahida3.jpg)</div>Rising up Wahida would draw her dress close.   In that moment  Miraka would see a vision that is a red headed celestrial angel that has descended down into the pits of the demon realms.<br/><br/><em>"Who was the woman that came across and mother bowed to in reverence and fear?   For she is who I shall seek out.   In her I believe lies the path and power to escape this realm."</em><br/><br/>Wahida does not wait and ask she is moving already heading out of the cave.   Not wasting a moment in starting on her quest to find  a way  back to her own world.   To confront her mother.     Her faith would not be Miraka's faith and all the others that came before.   So Miraka would have to either follow quickly to keep up with her living sister or fade away and leave the question unanswered for now.   Until   Wahida summoned her again for guidance.