How do the natives respond to the excitement?
A touch of alarm, but they stay to talk...
"What the in the name of the Dukri?" Kita swears, referring to the spirits of darkness that hunt naughty children in their dreams.
"They at least seem happy." Hilua comments, a touch taken aback by the exuberance, people of her culture are more restrained except at festivals and other big celebrations.
"Te Äheitanga, koa ki te whakatau ia koutou ko ahau." Jona says at this point, walking up to them arms spread in greeting.
"Okaaay," Hikaru intones with a note of regret, "they barely look human, it shouldn't surprise me that they don't speak our language."
"What do we do now?" Hilua asks.
"Try to teach them ours, and learn theirs." Hikaru states and points at the beach. "Sand." He states.
"Sand." Jona repeats, then says a word in some other language that Hikaru doesn't know, pointing at the same spot on the beach. "Arenilla."