Unearthed

Christopher's eyes held mine for a moment, his piercing blue; alien, his pale skin; foreign, and his tailored clothes; strange. I rolled back onto my heels, my hand aware of the knife attached firmly to my thigh, hidden by the ragged end of my skirt, as I became aware of his increasingly dominating movements. I hissed, a harsh sound, hitting his hand away with such a force that stung my own, his movements having echoed in a way I'd seen countless other men of the Misae tribe do. I prayed in my native tongue.
"Auchimalgen..."