The moment the circle lit up, people were scared. You could smell it, you could touch it, you could taste it.

But when there's nobody to care for you, you don't really feel the fear anymore. I knew I should probably be hiding like the majority of the ones around me, but I was more curious about them.

The council has come out of the palace with their headdresses and battle gear dawned.

So then, not one of our allies. Otherwise we would've gotten a message first.

The liquid blue spits out one, and then another, and then two more. All appearing to be armed with the guns of some of our allies.

"Uh, Daniel?" The one who came through first clears his throat, "Why don't you go ahead and talk to them." Although framed as a question, it sounded like an order.

So perhaps... He's the leader?

Curiously enough, I spot a female with them. She has the brightest colored hair that I've seen in a long time.

My gaze accidentally drew her attention towards me, making me tilt my head as she smiles and waves slightly. I glance around to make sure there aren't any eyes trained on me.

They catch me waving, I'll be beaten if not jailed. Especially since I think I see a Goa'uld with them.

Once I'm looking at her again, I return the wave while offering a little smile. Then, I see the issue that the elders will most certainly call upon as rude and offensive. I move my hands downwards, trying to seem inconspicuous as I do so.

Her eyebrows furrow together for a moment before it clicks, and she leans over to her group. A whisper later, the four each slowly lower to their knees.

I give a thumbs up and then stand normally again to see what'll become of these newcomers.

"Hello, we mean no harm to your people." A male, but not the leader one or the Goa'uld speaks up. He lowers the weapon and raises his hands, keeping his eyes low. "We mean only to greet those who have... greeted us?"

They're posing and speaking catches the elders off guard, they whispered to each other for a moment before Lady Giulda steps in front of the group.

"You come in peace, and yet I see weapons." Her face softens as she looks them over, "But you show that you know how to respect your elders. As well as turning a Goa'uld onto your side, so you're resourceful..." She looks to her group and they whisper again before facing them. "You are not allowed to stay in the city, however, we do not know you and will not allow you to endanger us." The staffs hit the ground with an echoing effect, leaving us quiet and letting them stand.

But they don't know that.

Luckily, the female looked to me - probably to read my reaction - and I raise my hands to show them to stand again.

The elders turn on their heels and retreat into the palace again, taking the haughty air with them. The four stand there a bit before they seem to go into motion.

I don't want to be caught helping them, or they'll be sent back... maybe in coffins. So, I head into the market to search for food that's fallen, rotted, or easy to steal.

Gotta eat... there we go.

An apple has rolled off the end of the stall, and is out of sight from the marketer. Pretending to bend down to check my shoe, I slip it up my sleeve and start for a quick getaway.

"Hey!" Instead of the burly, low toned voice of the marketer, a female one calls out.

Once I get over to my hut, then I'll be able to eat. Perhaps there will be-

"Can you stop for a moment?" Again, the same female voice. On the off chance that someone is actually talking to me, I turn around.

And the female is waving her hand to motion to me. Surprise stops me more than wanting to hear what she wants.

You call out that I helped, and surely you know it won't end well for either of us.

"Uh... yes?" I question, slightly tilting my head as I slow to a complete and total stop.

"We were asking around, and were told you're the only one here who doesn't live in town?" She looks off to the side a bit, a nervous chuckle coming out while she rubbed the back of her neck.

And the Elders stated that you couldn't stay in town...

I glance around her to the three others that have gathered around each other. The Goa'uld sends small chills down my spine before I look back to the female.

"I-..." I look at the group again, and then at her. "Yeah. Sure."

"Are you sure it'll be alright with your family?" The question itself was innocent, but it felt like a dagger in the back. I close my eyes and clench my jaw.

Some of the townspeople around us stopped, all of them knowing the answer.

"They were nice people, I've heard. They wouldn't have minded." I respond hollowly, turning to her with my hair covering my eyes to hopefully hide the tears. "Grab your group, I'll show you before it gets too dark."

She nods and walks back to the circle of people.

"That's a very risky move there, Zoey Salvõidre." One of the stall tenders appears on my right as I turn around. "You don't know them. They have a Goa'uld with them, how do you know that they aren't going to kill you?"

"Kill me." I chuckle, looking at the older man with a smile. "Not like I have anything to live for here." He opens his mouth to speak, but I hold up a hand. "None of you have offered to help me, none of you have even let me get food from you. I don't have a home here. Just an abandoned tower that's falling apart at the seams."

He closes his mouth and walks off as the four come over. The one they called Daniel is looking around with eyes so wide they almost seem to fall out.

"You don't even know us." The other male human shifts his gun to the side as he looks at me, "Are you sure about this?" The female is in the lead with the Goa'uld in the back.

"Yes. Follow." I turn around and start leading them out into the fields.

"How do you know we can trust her, Carter? We just met her." The same male speaks again, probably trying to whisper to the female and failing.

Turn on him now, cause a scene. Wait until we're out of the town.

"Sir, she's the one who was motioning to me on how to act. Without her, we probably wouldn't be here." The female, Carter, sounds snappy.

I like her.

The rest of the trip goes in silence, except for the occasional numbering of 'Daniel' about something we pass. He was excited about a flower near the beginning, now he's looking at a river like its blue or something.

He is a strange one. I wonder if everything would fascinate him this much on his home planet too.