"What now?" I asked, distracted by my struggle to dig the spare water gourd out of my pack.
"How much farther do you think it is?" My sister tried to sound nonchalant, but I could hear the whiny note in her voice. She was tired. So was I, truth be told. We had been traveling for a long time now.
"I don't know, Siska. A few days, maybe. See those mountains?" I pointed to the jagged peaks gracing the skyline that had been growing larger day by day. "Mother said her family summers at the base of those before traveling to spend the wet season farther south, where it's drier. It can't be that much fartheryou'll see."
"But what if they leave before we get there?" she pouted, voicing a fear that had been gnawing at me since we had left. What if, indeed. How would we ever find them by ourselves, in this huge jungle?
I shrugged off my nagging thoughts, finally pulling out the gourd from the pack and handing it to Siska. "We'll just have to go quickly, and make sure that never happe