[Miranda_]

Raziel turned slightly to look up the road. "Someone else coming. That's two people in about two months; last time we had people here, they were traders." He scowled slightly as he remembered how his mother had traded with them.

Old Mother continued to talk to the children about cars, planes and trains. Some of the children were unsure as to whether or not they could possibly be real; the world they had been born into was so much different than the one that Old Mother spoke of.