she giggled, still wearing her face paint and her long hair in braids with beads and feathers. "i love it here! these people are very much like mine!" she admitted happily. "they have great respect for the land, and are immersed in tradition and respect for their family and their ancestors. out of all humans i think these will understand my kind the most." she admitted smiling happily. "they will not be afraid when we have our many ceremonies." she admitted smiling. "they will not fear our ways, and we might even trade traditions... my people will love these people." she admitted beaming happily.
Running Bear chuckled a little and nodded as Amal leaned forward, curious to hear as well. "there have been only a few, but one in particular has always been passed down from people to people." the Chief admitted. "they came from the sky in night sky, with the lights of the rainbow streaming around their craft. they landed many miles, where we once lived many many generations ago. they came out, and here glowing like the moon, long arms and long legs, they told us they where the protectors, and gave us many gifts of art and culture." he admitted smiling a little as Amal suddenly nodded. "i know of the people that you speak of great chief. they are kind ones, who visit all worlds that they know of, watching for the day that the people that live on the planets are ready to know of their existence. they are one of the few Class five Aliens still living." he admitted calmly. "they must have left here to visit another planet, they weren't here when..." "they left when the white man came with their guns and weapons." Amal nodded. "weapons frighten them, the pain and suffering that they cause will chase away the Etherians." he admitted. "they won't return until the weapons leave this land." "we had bows, and arrows, clubs?" "but you did not use them on each other." "this is true. we where at peace with all of our brothers, we only used weapons to hunt for food, and show off to our women."