As night fell on the camp of the living, most of them did indeed retire to sleep. The yurt on the edge of the ghost camp was soon filled with deep sighs. The only exception was Kamu. Instead of sleeping, the Ishán of the Immortal Mist, in ghost form, invisible to the average eye followed a figure through the mountains of Szelevu, with his best friend Ajtony at his side.
The two Isháns of the Immortal Mist, of course, knew well from their years of experience how to follow someone unnoticed. Even if they were ghosts, and they would not have needed to move carefully. However, there are some things that, once the hegin gets used to them, remain in their soul even after death.
So that us how the two men were following the figure as ghosts through the mountains. None of them really knew where the one they were following was going, but as the leaders of the Mist, it was their job to find out what was wrong with him. While carrying out this plan, they arrived, to their greatest surprise, in the valley where they had spent most of their day.
"Do you have any idea what he might want here?" Kamu asked with his arms folded in front of him, still on the plane of ghosts.
"Well, I have a feeling that he's not going to experiment with the miro kahus, so no." Ajtony sighed next to his friend.
"Not everyone is like you, Zovárd." The ghost-man pursed his lips into a cheeky half-smile.
"Shut up, Koál." The poison-mixing sword ghost narrowed his eyes, but his anger didn't last long, and thanks to this he quickly smiled. "If nothing else, this little evening hike was good for us to have a good laugh at him." Ajtony nudged at the figure running up and down the clearing, who seemed to be trying to catch butterflies in the moonlight. With less success than more, as he had more than once found himself in a situation where he almost fell off his nose and had to take two or three comical steps forward.
"He's chasing a certain miro kahu." Kamu grimaced and narrowed his eyes too. He tried to figure out what was so special about the miro kahu that the young figure was chasing, but no matter how he tried in the dim light, he couldn't determine how the living creature knew which kahu to follow. It's not like Kamu could seen the kí of the living creatures, and from such a distance, where they stopped, it would have been impossible to feel it.
"You don't mean to say that you think he'd found the spirit of the air, do you?" Ajtony squinted at his friend and even grimaced, as if he had smelled something decaying. "If you're feeling bad, I can whip something up for you that will make you feel better." He offered as he looked his companion up and down.
"It's because of these things of yours that our men think we're together." Kamu rolled his eyes with a sigh so loud that if he had been in human form, even the leaves on the trees would have trembled.
"What? Why? I didn't do anything just now! I didn't even say anything bad!" The poison-mixing ghost got angry, but all he achieved was for his companion Ishán to turn towards him in an instant and push the ghost against one of the trees. However, Ajtony just blinked at Kamu, who placed one hand on his friend's neck and leaned into the poison-mixer's face.
"Do you know what I want to do now?" Came the quiet question from the first Vietryk of the Mist.
"Yeah. Threaten me. I just don't understand why, when you know that it doesn't work for me." At Ajtony's words, the ghost-man grinned broadly and leaned even closer to the man, so much so that their noses were almost touching.
"Correct answer. Now get the idea that you know me out of your head and tell me what you see." Kamu squeezed the Szotvard's throat. Ajtony just kept blinking for a few moments, then a grimace took over his face that would have turned milk sour if that were possible.
"If you really don't plan on doing it, get out of my face Koál!" He finally blurted out, whereupon Kamu laughed and moved away from the poison-mixing sword ghost.
"Well, you just understand what they see." The Koál man put his hands on his hips and his satisfaction almost shone from him.
"I mean I'd be curious to see how they would react if I kissed you in front of them as a joke, only to hit you in the balls afterwards." Ajtony chuckled as he also placed his hands on his hips.
"You know the problem is that they would expect you to do it, so they wouldn't be surprised." Kamu shook his head, then folded his arms in front of him and turned back towards the clearing.
"Heh, do you really want me to get into your private sphere in front of the team, Kamu?" Ajtony put his forearm on the ghost-man's shoulder and leaned towards his friend's face.
"Controll yourself, Szotvard." Kamu glanced at the sword ghost from the corner of his eye. "If you play with fire, you'll burn yourself." He just noted it casually.
"You know I can handle fire." Ajtony countered with a grin, whereupon Kamu simply placed his hand in his friend's face and pushed him away.
"You bastard! Get your act together, we have more important things to do than deal with your nonsense." The Immortal Mist's Ishán got serious.
"Ah, you're not funny Kamu! You always ruin my fun!" Ajtony played the offended one, so he folded his arms in front of him, pursed his lips and started staring at the ground with an angry face, like little children when their parents don't want to give them what they want.
"You're like a child." Kamu shook his head, thanks to which Ajtony immediately picked up his head and lowered his hands and clenched them into fists.
"I'm not a chi..." He started to growl, whereupon Kamu leaned into his face and pressed their lips together, then after half a moment pushed the poison mixer away from him.
"This will teach you not to fool around like that next time." The ghost-man remarked.
"Why did you have to do this?" Ajtony wiped his mouth, but his friend didn't even pay attention to him anymore as he appeared in the world of the living and leaned against a tree.
"I knew something was wrong with you. You are a strange person..." The Ishán of the Immortal Mist began, but the figure they were following stopped chasing the flying creatures and turned towards him.
"I am Melhior! And I need that..." Here the young man grimaced. "Cow." He pointed towards Kamu's shoulder, whereupon the Ishán glanced there and indeed saw a miro kahu.
"You were the stranger who threatened Floating Barracks." Kamu narrowed his eyes. "Why would I give it to you?" He asked the question.
"I knew this day would come sooner or later." Melhior sighed heavily. "It's a good thing we discussed it, it would be wiser to tell you everything before you figure it out yourself, Teike." The stranger looked deep into Kamu's eyes. And in the blink of an eye, the Ishán of the Immortal Mist straightened himself and looked at the young man with icy eyes. Kamu somehow knew that when this man called him Teike, he wasn't thinking of his family name.