"Let me see, let me see... Ah! yes, this one will be to your liking I believe. It was when I met your great, great, great, grandfather. Back then I was living with my tribe, the Navajo, and we were having difficulties adjusting to the new times. They came to the west with iron sticks that called forth the thunder, with no lightning. Those were very interesting, but what I liked the most was their... what was it called? Science!" Atsa's voice enthralled those around him, the thumping sound of the hatchet he used as a walking stick encompassing his every word giving it a ceremonious rhythm. "Such a wonderful thing science is, I remember us having something very similar, but it wasn't as noisy or flashy as science is."
"Uhm... family." Luna shook Atsa by the hand to get him back into the topic.
