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"Mitoyah, Mitoyah"
They look at me strangely, and I have to hold in a smile as their eyes search my face and my people with blank looks. I am sure my own eyes carry the same strange blank look. In different clothing, they could be mistaken to be one of my people, and yet certain things make them strangely different. The one uttering strange sounds maybe in the hope of making me understand is wearing strange objects on his face, and I would describe them but I have never seen such strange things. It is like he has taken two glass circles and moulded thin twine to hold them in place both together and to his face. His face is animated in a smile and he nears me, my people tense behind me as he comes close, still uttering sounds, his teeth shine and his eyes seem to as well. I stay calm in order to keep my people calm also, I can feel them backing away but I stay as he steps up to me with caution extending a hand.
"Mitoyah" I repeat to him, smiling and stepping away as his hand draws nearer. I step to the side of him and gaze past him to his comrades, beckoning them to come closer also. I do not understand him, but in the short time, they have been present, I do not sense any danger from them. Maybe I should not be so presumptuous; we cannot understand their language and so should not assume we can read their feelings in the same way we read each other.
They draw nearer and I turn to lead the way into the heart of the village. People mill around us with curiosity of the strangers as I lead them to my home, the strangers murmur to each other as do my people, casting glances towards myself and I sense their concern as I allow them over my threshold.
"Datoyah, mi entah re tenya" I assure them and bid them to continue with their work.
Returning my attention to the visitors, who again are eyeing me with questioning looks.
"Yenta, yenta" I offer them chairs around the table. "Nina, renna renna, mi tolyah"
As Nina brings us refreshments my attention is once again taken up by the glass circled man. His hands beckon to his chest and he repeats strange words and always the same shining smile on his lips. I watch him intently, realisation coming to me. He is trying to communicate by first telling me his name. Daniel. I repeat the word in my head repeatedly, it is a strange sound, and I wonder whether my tongue could repeat it aloud. I swallow my pride and repeat the word slowly.
"Dan---I---el"
He nods his head his smile brightening his eyes once more. His smile is contagious and I find myself letting a smile appear on my own lips.
"Rani" I press my fingertips to my chest and he repeats my name. It sounds strange coming from his lips, maybe his own name sounds strange coming from my own mouth.
I sit back and observe the others with him as he introduces each one. ColonelO'Neill, I try to twist the sounds in my mind but the man himself brushes three fingers over his temple and says Jack.
"Jack" He smiles nods his head and mutters to Daniel. I sense something from him; a little unease mixed with impatience, the others also, apart from Daniel.
From Daniel I sense excitement.
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"Mitoyah, Mitoyah"
They look at me strangely, and I have to hold in a smile as their eyes search my face and my people with blank looks. I am sure my own eyes carry the same strange blank look. In different clothing, they could be mistaken to be one of my people, and yet certain things make them strangely different. The one uttering strange sounds maybe in the hope of making me understand is wearing strange objects on his face, and I would describe them but I have never seen such strange things. It is like he has taken two glass circles and moulded thin twine to hold them in place both together and to his face. His face is animated in a smile and he nears me, my people tense behind me as he comes close, still uttering sounds, his teeth shine and his eyes seem to as well. I stay calm in order to keep my people calm also, I can feel them backing away but I stay as he steps up to me with caution extending a hand.
"Mitoyah" I repeat to him, smiling and stepping away as his hand draws nearer. I step to the side of him and gaze past him to his comrades, beckoning them to come closer also. I do not understand him, but in the short time, they have been present, I do not sense any danger from them. Maybe I should not be so presumptuous; we cannot understand their language and so should not assume we can read their feelings in the same way we read each other.
They draw nearer and I turn to lead the way into the heart of the village. People mill around us with curiosity of the strangers as I lead them to my home, the strangers murmur to each other as do my people, casting glances towards myself and I sense their concern as I allow them over my threshold.
"Datoyah, mi entah re tenya" I assure them and bid them to continue with their work.
Returning my attention to the visitors, who again are eyeing me with questioning looks.
"Yenta, yenta" I offer them chairs around the table. "Nina, renna renna, mi tolyah"
As Nina brings us refreshments my attention is once again taken up by the glass circled man. His hands beckon to his chest and he repeats strange words and always the same shining smile on his lips. I watch him intently, realisation coming to me. He is trying to communicate by first telling me his name. Daniel. I repeat the word in my head repeatedly, it is a strange sound, and I wonder whether my tongue could repeat it aloud. I swallow my pride and repeat the word slowly.
"Dan---I---el"
He nods his head his smile brightening his eyes once more. His smile is contagious and I find myself letting a smile appear on my own lips.
"Rani" I press my fingertips to my chest and he repeats my name. It sounds strange coming from his lips, maybe his own name sounds strange coming from my own mouth.
I sit back and observe the others with him as he introduces each one. ColonelO'Neill, I try to twist the sounds in my mind but the man himself brushes three fingers over his temple and says Jack.
"Jack" He smiles nods his head and mutters to Daniel. I sense something from him; a little unease mixed with impatience, the others also, apart from Daniel.
From Daniel I sense excitement.
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