Dleit, Kanat’á, and X’aan were well on their way, keeping a good rhythm with their paddling. It was nearing night and the sky was divided between an intense sunset in the west, and a darker, somewhat starry grey in the east. The area was a strait between two massive islands north and south of one another, each with rocky beaches and forests covered in evergreens. On the island south of them was the Kígáat village of Il’aka, the village Dleit and X’aan’s mother may have been; a village that was causing great amounts of trouble for Laax Áan and Kechna. The three of them were keeping out of it’s sight by going north of the islands that surrounded the village. It was less direct, but far safer.
“How long would you say it will be until we get there?” X’aan asked his brother.
“I think we might need to bed down for the night,” Dleit said, “we’re only about halfway there. I was hoping to spend the