She’d had to hurry. She had gone up into the hills to gather fresh berries for baking later in the day. And had only seen the trail left in the sky by the large flying metal box, half way through her return. She’s late. Very, very late. And her uncle is not going to be please. So she’d run after that. Her kind are agile on their feet, but knowing the land like the back of her hand also helps. And Wanda just manages to make it to the landing sight moments before the flying ship touches down. Winded by present. Something her Uncle archs a brows at. She will probably hear of it later, but for now there are other more important things. Like a landing ship, with unknown occupants.
The sound it makes is other worldly. Loud like the rushing winds of the plains that spin her people’s turbines that power most of the landlocked villages, and yet there is something unnatural that lie within it. Something hot and burning. Something her and her people have come to associate with the others. The creatures that come from elsewhere to confiscate their yields, and steal their citizens. And just when the fear sets in, the sound dissipates. And she is reminded this ship is different. It does not carry the mark of the Skrull. But another mark, one she can not make since of or read.
By the time the sky ship opens, and its inhabitants disembark–it seems like ages ago that she arrived. But even though her breath has been well caught, it stops all together. Wide hazel green eyes darting from one new comer to the next. They are like them and yet they are not. Facets about some of them utterly unseen by her and her people before.
The first is their height if not slightly taller than Wanda herself, but her hair. (At least Wanda’s fairly certain she is a she. They look almost the same as her people, save a few facial structure differences.) By the sun and moon, her hair. It’s red. Red like the berries Wanda carries in her bag. But the second…the second draws her attention and that of many of the others around her.
He’s tall At least in comparison to Sokovian males(who rarely reach a height of more than five foot five). Light hair, that reminds her of sun light cutting through the clouds, and eyes unlike anything she or her people have seen before. His eyes are blue. Blue like the twin moons that circle their planet. Two genetic impossibilities for Sokovians. Something Wanda hasn’t even considered possible until just now. But it makes sense. These beings are from other places, other worlds. Their geno, their evolution is competently different. Still though it is a sight to see, and the others that follow immediately behind him are just as interesting. But any amount of staring only grows when the last two emerge. Though Wanda finds herself stuck upon the second, green eyes wide and curious. So much so that she almost doesn’t notice the red head speak. Almost.
Hello, we received a distress signal coming from this planet and we have come to help. It’s a pleasure to meet you.
At first the words are garbled and unidentifiable, but then slowly they take a form that she and the others understand. Something that is marked by the way the the Council members that have gathered to meet the new comers, brightening. But not just because they understand the strangers. But because they had used their voice just as the Skrull did. And she can’t help but wonder…does everyone from the stars communicate that way? It’s alien to her and her people. They are telepaths, at least to a point. Able to project their thoughts and voices to one another. It is rare they used their audible voice, so hearing it is odd. And perhaps Wanda edges a little closer. Weaving to the front of the small crowd, as one of the Council members respond. And she is not at all surprised to find that it is her uncle who is the first to offer greetings.
თქვენ უნდა ვაპატიოთ ჩვენი უხეშ ხმა. ჩვენ ვართ გამოუყენებელი ამ სახის კომუნიკაცია. მე ვარ, წევრი ჩვენი საბჭო. მოგესალმებით
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