Then a finger size beings showed up, with their heads poking out one by one on the circle, the entrance of the jug.
"Kru ei a a cu? (What are you?)"
Since Ciana understands their language she responded back, "a pi tur ra ple le. (Arkedss people)"
The finger size beings showed confusion in their face by tilting their heads all together to the right side, then slowly to the left side.
Ciana knew that both sides are troubled. She saw them, they saw her.
Those finger size beings held each other's hands, secretly. They were glad that the broken jug covered half of their body.
Ciana did not entirely know they have a size of a finger but she sees them as tiny beings.
Then a cold, humming wind, passed through her. Feeling some chills inside her lungs, poking some of her blood in the vessels.
"What was that?" Ciana spoke using their language, the finger size creatures choose one of them to respond politely back at her.
