Foundling
At its furthest edge, just before the river continued into the forest, had come contact.
They came on great rolling Land Ships, driven by huge beast twice as broad as the bison and almost the same difference in height. They forded the river at its lowest. Painted in bright colors, stories tall with windows on every side that opened to the sun and air, and pennants flapping from a thicket of posts on the rooftop, they were pulled by huge tusked creatures with long snouts like serpents. That first meeting had been beset tension because of the Dine’s relationship to the land. They had no concept of the idea of land ownership. For them, the land was not something that can be owned, it was a thi
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