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Soquili heard some voices in the distance and wondered if whoever was making them would arrive... (yeah the settlers can come in now... ))

Summer Jessamin moved around the tree trunk so she could better view her village. The loud clash of unnatural thunder seemed to have shaken more than her. Panick was running through the village, and the pale faces weren't even there yet! She looked first for Princess Soquili. Summer Jessamin go greatly looked up to the Princess, and was now searching for some reassurance everything would be fine. Sure enough, Princess Soquili was the calm at the center of the storm. The princess had a feirce, yet steady determination on her face. And, above all, she was working to calm down those around her. Summer Jessamin felt a little safer now, if the Princess was calm, she would work on also being calm.

"So my daddy is alive?" Tasunke cried..he ran over to his father and craddled his head..

Soquili: "Oh no!!" she shouted.. as the young girl fell to her feet. "We need to get her some water..her forehead feels like the sun"

The unmistakeable sound of gunfire run through Christien's bones like a sharp stab, and his head snapped towards a spot in the forest. "The spanish? " He asked softly... In a way he prayed it was true, his hand going to his chest were a rosery once would have been--and still would have, had his protestant aunt not taken it from him many months before. He gulped a little, and nodded, urging Ansel to continue following the Padre's mount.

Ansel complied, respecting Arama's silence; he knew it wasn't personal, nor would it ever be. Work was work, after all. Like his 'master', his ears twitched towards the area the sound had come from. There was something foreboding in the air, and he didn't like it, a fact he expressed with a worried nicker and toss of his mane. "Shhh, Ansel," Christien soothed him, petting along the horse's withers before turning his attention back towards Miguel. "I did hear it... .... is there.. you could talk to them, if they are spani--"

Just then he and the father rounded a slight bend in the game trail they'd been following. Christian's voice stopped immediatly as the sight of something through the trees began to plague his vision. "What.." The boy's voice died off, as he made out what seemed to be strange, triangular houses and dark skinned people with a whole herd of oddly coloured horses milling about. "Holy Mary, mother of god," He whispered, stopping short.

Leah heard the sound of two-leggers in the distance.
"Their coming," gasped Leah, standing guard. When they come, she'll be ready. Those two-leggers will no the wrath of a mountain lion and if they try to run, they will know the true speed of a cheetah.

Summer Jessamin saw from her tree-vantage point the pale faces. They walked on two feet, just like us, but had strange adornments over their bodies. And their two feet seemed heavy, and hit the ground leaving marks behind them. They had horses, just like us, but their horses were also covered strangely, and they rode their horses in a unnatural up-down motion coming off the horses' back and then back on. The horses seemed just as inclosed of personality as the people did, strange horses, strange people... Summer Jessamin was more than afraid. Yet, there was something about these people, they seemed very weary... perhaps they were just as afraid as her people were? Just like the jumping spider, and the darting snake, perhaps the things we fear also fear us?

Nokomei, who'd after getting over her fear and leaving Princess Soquili to deal with her brother, had gone back to watching the pale faces movement, when she noticed one had stopped and was looking RIGHT their way, she shrieked, "One---one of the pale faces! L-looking right at us!"

Oathkeeper raced over once more to her side to stand by her. What would the pale face do now... he wondered.