"It is... not a matter of minding," Chanath answers carefully, apologetically. "It has been many generations since we lived on our planets of origin; I have never seen it either."
"Even our oldest songs do not say what my people's world was like," Faris adds, though the way he speaks does not imply this is a sore spot. It simply is. "Our new world, however, is quite beautiful, with many forests and fields ready for settlement. It is a fine place to call home."
The K'da's laugh may be a strange one to human ears, sounding rather like rain splashing into a puddle. "I am trained in use of projectile weapons also, though our firearm designs likely differ. I prefer use of my own limbs however. A true warrior is never unarmed."
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"Even our oldest songs do not say what my people's world was like," Faris adds, though the way he speaks does not imply this is a sore spot. It simply is. "Our new world, however, is quite beautiful, with many forests and fields ready for settlement. It is a fine place to call home."
The K'da's laugh may be a strange one to human ears, sounding rather like rain splashing into a puddle. "I am trained in use of projectile weapons also, though our firearm designs likely differ. I prefer use of my own limbs however. A true warrior is never unarmed."