it was only recently, very, that our people recieved the gift to write.
you see, long before, during the q'uqaba (which is, translated, the "withered time"), we were told that we were not to know that things of the huazi , the coastal race. It was not until the first huatabi floated from the stars that we were welcomed from our mountain homes to the plains.
our fathers journeyed to greet the huatabi shoulders to shoulders with the huazi (the coastal people), as equals. Our differences, their great fireweapons and q'bals and light skin, were as meaningless to the huabati as the wind's small gusts are to a great mountain. The huabati, in fact, saw us humble huarimi, with our dark skin and crude tools, and chose us as their people on the continent. They gave us gifts of clothes and teachers and greater weapons than even the huazi had. With these things, our fathers journeyed back to our mountain home. There, the huabati teachers showed us to use their tools and to read their writing. In exchange, we led them through the mountains, to where we knew there were the