For now, the most he could do was go up the nearby mountain and maybe test himself against the weaker Primal Beasts there, the creatures that didn't cause Beast's Mantles to form in their passing, but they had not formed Ancestral Hearts either.
"It's not coming our way, so we'll get a move on for now."
He turned away from the distant phenomenon.
"A trip to the mountain first, and then another trip toward the Golden Tribe."
He glanced at Grandmother Essun.
"Grandmother Essun..."
"Hmm, don't worry, Tokoloshe."
The old Wisewoman smiled with that unsettling yellow-toothed grin of hers.
"I'll be your guide again. We'll have grand adventures!"
She cackled and struck the ground with her stick.
"The Wisewoman and the Tokoloshe... they may even write stories about us. Ka ka ka!"
This shrewd old woman said such words as Damian smiled and shook his head, already moving with Uncle Adam toward the mountain.
