kaimana
how beautiful the leaves grow old
Oia's neutral tone is offset by your bright and curious grin as you regard the newcomer man. He's wearing rectangles on his face - some sort of protective eyewear? - and seems remarkably calm about being in a new world, all things considered.
Stepping closer to him, you bounce up on your toes excitedly. "We don't wanna assimilate you," you reassure him. "But you're in a different world from the one you were in before. The culture an' everythin' is probably pretty different, so you'll get assimilated into that over time. An' we wanna see how that happens."
Yup. Totally just as simple as that.
how full of light and color are their last days
