Stone Circle come a little closer

There was a clear language and knowledge barrier between them, but Zola did like this boy. He had kindness and spunk - to go to the border all alone, he must be strong. The woman to appear next was older, leisurely proclaiming dominance that the African woman did not understand. Her tribe was based on equality and was just learning to accept both genders.

Submission was not a thing to them. "Amani iwe nawe" peace be with you "Matriarch V-Vuh-Vaa..." a pause "lette" Zola appeared flustered, the name foreign to her in many ways. She hoped she did not seem foolish. It sounded like velvet but also not. Her large neck hung, closing her eyes respectfully as she continued. "your son speak truth. I wish to join."

Tribes were large family units, generations of culture and religion and history... This was as close as she would get here. "I am Zola Abara" sounded it out carefully this time, adding her surname as they were 'family'. "I hunt. I fight. I defend small. Tell stories to elders. Keep all company" she was willing to pull her weight here if allowed "I have... much to learn. I wish to be taught dis land. Dis language. Easthollow seem kind."

Raising her head, she would look to West Tyree. "Family kind."