I used this image prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields blog! It inspired me!
She touched the window with gentle fingers. Transparent-clouds wafted around them. Fluid-clouds would be under them, she knew. Perhaps heat-clouds would be beneath those. She prayed so.
Her people desperately needed a home.
The ship descended smoothly past the transparent-clouds to land on odd, white-colored stones. She stepped out. The pilot and her general-sister followed, weapons out.
Soldiers. They did insist on an aggressive protocol. But she could hardly demure. Perhaps it was even the course of wisdom. Hard to say.
The fluid-clouds were blue and lapped at her feet. This place was crowded with native animals. Some had four legs, some had two legs. Some had no legs.
And some, she saw, shocked, held a long, slender length of some material, perhaps metal, attached to the throat of other animals.
If the they could work metal . . . That wasn’t in the briefing. She hadn’t expected that. With any luck, they would prove to be primitive.
If they weren’t . . . She wasn’t going to think about that. That was a worry for another day.