Liniwa looked to see that she wasn't taking the bracelet. But he held it out with two hands, insisting that she would. "Keep. Keep." he continued to say, holding it out for her to take. As he did so, he heard a voice, but it wasn't far away like yesterday. In fact, he was within sight this time.<a class="postlink" href="http://i787.photobucket.com/albums/yy158/Sableye10/navajo_silversmith_zps5509f958.jpeg">Dyami</a>appeared about 10 feet away, his arms crossed as he stared at Liniwa and Kieara. "Liniwa..." he said sternly and Liniwa's eyes grew wide, immediately standing up to face Dyami, his friend. They spoke in their language, Dyami asking why here was here, with a White Woman. Liniwa had to tell him that she meant no harm, that she was a good person. Dyami continued to speak more firm this time, saying that they should not be near any White Man's land. But Liniwa kept insisting that Kieara was not dangerous, that she was his friend now. Dyami glanced over Liniwa and stared at Kieara, stepping around him and heading toward the fence to look at her.