Summer peered through the brush, she was now close enough to see them.
"Eggs, come see you coward!"
"Summer, we are not supposed to be here!" He hissed quietly, "let us get back before your father returns from council where you already should be!"
"Oh hush, Eggs, look at them! They don't look like primitives, not us by any means but still! I can't see why father fears and hates them so"
"You know why and don't pretend you don't, let us go now Summer!!"
"But these are not them, they can't all be the same! He just does not know when to let go, it has been years."
"He knows better than you or else we would have already been down here"
"If you think so, go back to him"
"If I did I might as well fall on my spear right now"