Soon the Survivors arrived the the circle of light. Acacia glanced around, some will still streaming in, one by one and by the looks of it their journey was uneventful. Somehow this light must have had scared whatever other beasts she was certain was watching them as they passed through the hills dotted with lifeless stone faces which seemed to be tracking their every move. She gestures and shouts, noting a response as she worked certain syllables to issue the same instructions.<br/><br/>She had those who picked at the body of the snake lay out the resources before them in the light. Ripped with their bare hands, the Survivors took whatever they could find which seemed valuable or useful. A rib bone, two scraps of the snake's skin, what appeared to be a still-quavering organ and a piece of the creature's skull. There too, someone laid the fallen female survivor to the side, her body broken and bloodied. She surveyed these things before standing upright again. They needed to communicate, in much more than just grunts and shouts. It was a language they needed to develop first to form the bedrock of their community. This of course will take a while, but as she thought of it, the more valuable it seemed. She begins to speak to those around her, including those whom she was instructing previously for an amount of time.<br/><br/>Of course, they too would have grown distracted, but as they formed a verbal code of communication over the coming hours, simple combinations vocal syllables which were essential for survival and working as a community solidified into new words for their language. This would continue to form in their community over the coming years, but for now, this would do for their tiny colony.<br/><br/>She got to her feet after the hours of sitting and working out simple words, the words coming with some difficulty, "What should we name this place, our new home?"