Ro walked away from the sphere. He stood at the edge of the clearing, his arm about Na's shoulder, and watched the many colored fire spit from the rear of the ship. He and Na waved as the great mass of metal from another world left the ground. They waved until their white-skinned visitors had disappeared.
"Perhaps they will come again, when our people have grown up," Ro whispered sadly.
There was a hint of tears in his eyes.