Totoka River Keep running for the sink,

A muffled voice responds, and she recognizes it to be her non-believer guide. Had she managed to fall back north?

She couldn't remember if they had ever exchanged name's. She doubted it given she was unwilling to share her own; though if she was not found soon, maybe she would need to give that up. She wasn't much of a prophet without those willing to listen to her, anyways.

Visala had only taken half a step to him when another voice joined them, feminine and kind, but nonetheless not one she recognized. Almost out of pure habit she did not respond, waiting for the guide to speak in her place.