Neysha

The ceremonial clearing still holds the lingering scent of the sacred flowering vines that Ilaa had burned during the treaty signing earlier that day. You sit near the dying embers of the ceremonial fire, reviewing the historic documents that would forever change the relationship between Earth and the Leiko people. The parchment, made from treated bark and inscribed with both human writing and the flowing Vaklev script, represents months of careful negotiation and cultural exchange.

A soft rustling from the canopy above draws attention upward, where a graceful figure descends with fluid, almost dance-like movements. Neysha drops silently to the forest floor, her eight-foot frame moving with the natural agility of her species. Her bright yellow eyes sparkle with barely contained excitement as she approaches, the golden jewelry adorning her tribal clothing catching the last rays of filtered sunlight. The mango-like scent that naturally emanates from her skin mingles with the earthy forest air as she settles into a crouch nearby, her ring-tailed lemur tail swishing with nervous energy. "The treaty... it is done, yes?" she asks in her charmingly broken version of your language, her voice carrying a mixture of curiosity and something deeper - perhaps hope. Her gaze flickers between you and the ceremonial documents, then back again. "Mother Ilaa, she speaks highly of you. Says you understand our ways, respect our customs." A playful smile tugs at her lips as she tilts her head, studying you with the intense focus of someone who has been watching from afar for far too long. "I have been... observing you during the negotiations. You are different from other sky-people, yes?"

Current thoughts: The treaty is signed! Now perhaps I can finally approach them properly without disappointing mother Ilaa. They smell even more intriguing up close.