NATHI POV 

No matter how many times they do it I will always watch in awe. Oh how I wish in another life I could too be blessed by the deity and wield her gifts 

I am with my father watching the exchange of talents in the meeting with the Beqhwa people.  My people are going first and they are not to brag but amazing. 

The first performer stands up and walks to the ring, he was wearing one layer clothing in the color of the royal symbol, green . The way to connecting to the gift placed within you is aligning your mind with the philosophy of our people and our deity. It means nothing if you know how to use your physical body but your spirit does not align with the philosophy of life. Our first performer from my people's tribe encapsulate that way of thinking hence his powers are strong and powerful. He breaths in the energy that surrounds us , using his arms to gently sway and direct that energy to him. He is light on his feet practically weightless and his movements are feminine . Once he has absorbed enough he lets it out with beautiful grace , concentrating on the life around him. He manipulates the plants making them grow to astronomical heights, he then causes the vines to lift him in the air and he starts doing aerobics in the sky. I can't stop thinking how beautiful and pure he looks up there. That is what I love about the blessed ones , they are human and yet they aren't. There is just something so majestic and mythical about the way they are. They existence alone amazes me. The way the performer moves translate to our core value. Life is secrete and beautiful hence his movements are delicate like the blooming of a flower. Once he has used up the energy he has absorbed the plant immediately starts to shrink and as it does he is forced to jump off quickly.  In mid air he absorbs a little energy just enough to create a cushion of leaves to soften his fall. He removes his headband and bows at the end.

 I struggle not to bust into applauses but I mange a graceful clap like everyone else. I look to the queen of the Beqhwe people or as they  better prefer to be called mountain dwellers. She too intrigues me ever so. Her skin is literally see through and clear like she is made out of glass. I imagine that if she were to fall would she shatter into a million pieces. She is fully clothed from head to toe in a  warm winter gown. She is beautiful about in an alien sort of way, she looks so different from her people. Her people are huge like 8 feet tall huge, they are big and extremely muscular even the women and most especially they are blue. the shade of blue that you you turn too when you stop breathing or are experiencing hypothermia. The queen smiles politely but it's clear that she is not impressed. Her reaction sparks a low burning furry in me. How dare can she be not impressed by such power?

I later got my answer when she sent her own performer to the ring. In the beginning I wasn't expecting much. They aren't in their own land hence they can't absorb their deity's energy to they wish and forced to use they stores. Stores is the energy that is absorbed but not used immediate and is saved for later use. I learned that I shouldn't have judged too soon very quickly       

The performer  takes a deep breath and opens his eyes with a wild determination to impress. He goes hard from the beginning using wide open stances and beating the ground with his feet causing dust to arise. He swings his arms and keeps a scary scowl on his face. He sweats buckets and looks possessed but this is only the beginning. His moves are the absolutely totally opposite of ours and that reminds why we never got along. They are totally different from us, from physic to thinking , we have nothing in common expect living in the same world. They don't value life, they are cold , harsh and aggressive. They believe in violence and always handling things head on and that translate into their performers performance. 

He jumps high into the air and lands on the ground with such force it creates a mini crater where he is standing and mini earthquake as well. He might not be in his own homelands and is using his stores and damn he is strong. He froze the whole ring in cold and sharp ice. He bows ,still with his rough looking scowl. That's their gift, to manipulate and control ice unlike us who can manipulate and control life. 

My eyes were wide open because I couldn't help but feel a sense of fear. If my father hadn't created an alliance with them and we become enemies instead what would they have done to us. I looked to my father for reassurance but his face was unreadable and instead he sadden more. I realized that my father will not be here always and that it would be duty soon to inherit the alliance and keep it strong , that would be no simple task.

After the performances, he dined and exchanged cultures through sharing stories and gifts. I felt a little better when their visit had soon had come to an end and they had left for home.