Danaw smiled and spread her arms. "Do you mean if we are all this color? Yes. We have lived in the shade of the woods and the mountains for many generations. It's the sun that gives you color."
"I have never heard of a people in the mountains"
"And yet, here we are. My father used to say that some of you try to forget us. That your elders don't speak about us. There were fights, you see. You killed our lions, so some of us killed your hunters. We have peace with the nearby tribes now, but the faraway tribes seems to pretend that we don't exist."
"Your father..." Lazuli began.
"He is with the winds now," Danaw said. "He died a long time ago."
"With the winds?"
"Where you go when you die," she said, as if that was common knowledge.
"No," Lazuli said. "You go to the dirt when you die."
