Arrival

[The Empire]

The young woman looked as puzzled as her guard-officer had done, also, she didn't look all too well, the display of standing up and then sitting down again had evidently taken a toll on her current physical strength.

Guessing the priest was asking something about the blankets she held up a corner of her own and spoke

"Mylar, a blanket of mylar"

About then, Parzan, in his uncomfortable state saw that the "stones" that made up the fireplace was actually ceramic tiles, however, they looked far more worn than any ceramic plate he had ever seen and they also looked painted!

[Mor'os]

The priest inspected the corner of the blanket, nodded curtly.

"So so, Ten on jut. Sel ye" He paused, and then cautiously pointed directly at the princess hereself. "Dem vi su, ral, so in?"

[The Empire]

Fortunately, the princess didn't take offence by his gesture.

"Princess Hanna, I am princess Hanna"

One of the resting guards grunted in her sleep and as the princess turned her head slightly to inspect the sound, both the priest and Parzan noticed a small circular pice of several metals and some strange unknown material on the back-side of her neck, looking as some sort of strange lock as if a part of her. (Neural/digital inteface socket)

[Mor'os]

The priest nodded. He was glad that he now knew this traveler's name, though he had never read of any "Purinses" in the cosmologies. Nor had he ever heard of the title "hana", but nor had he ever been taught any divine tongue. He simple figured that there were things beyond man's knowing.

He pointed to himself, and spoke.

"Oszhī Naszhī Aksor Cham."

He then pointed to a still unsettled Parzan, eyeing all the bizarre things about them.

"Parzan Sam"

He then returned to beaming and waiting for a response.

[The Empire]

"Oszhī Naszhī Aksor Cham, Parzan Sam, I am pleased to meet you."

Her pronounciation left some room for improvement and there was an unmistakeable foreign accent to it but was other than that very close to the priest's.

She then swept her arm across the land, asking.

"Where is this?"

[Mor'os]

"Ah" The priest nodded sagely again as was his evident proclivity. Parzan just stared at the ground, in hopes that it might be familiar, only to find that it was covered with that silvery material.

"Mor'osdarik on Sēkad-zhoh. Mor'os on sēnan et." He nodded again to remake the point. "Mor'osdarik on Sēkad-zhoh..."

[The Empire]

She flipped away the strange material and drew the outline of the continent they had crashed on as seen from space in the sand below, writing Mor'os in latin letters near where she suspected they were and pointed to it.
"Mor'os?" 
I have a vague feeling I have heard that name before...

[Mor'os]

The priest took a moment to state at the odd letters, and then scribbled beside them in Mor'osi script. Then he, of course nodded eagerly.

"So, Mor'os.[/i]"

[The Empire]

"Yes" she replied and then continued.

"Where are we?" she then asked, indicating towards the rough map at 'where' and towards them and those around them at 'we'.

[Mor'os]

The Priest looked puzzled  for a moment, unsure if he was being asked the same question that he'd been asked earlier. Too lazy to think of another question with yet another answer, he decided to assume that yes, he was being asked the same question, odd as it seemed for a God to be so forgetful.

"Mor'os on Sēkad-zhoh" and pointed to the appropriate part of the map scribbled into the the dirt.

[The Empire]

"Ok" Princess Hanna continued by drawing a sketch of the camp before proceding to draw a house and finishing by drawing a circle around the camp and an arrow to the house. Pointing to the sketch's various parts as she asked her next question.
"Is there any house we can stay in?"
To Parzan and the priest, they recognized the drawing of a house even though it had an odd shape to it (North-european style house, IRL commonly built with prefabricated concrete elements in two floors but that wouldn't show on the sketch.)

[Mor'os]

The priest nodded.

"So. Isken Mūr sū uch." He pointed to the direction from where they had come.

Parzan began to feel that, despite the oddity of the situation, that he was a noble and ought to be the one in charge here, not some old hick of a priest. Taking a breath, he unleashed the best gaze he could muster on the priest.

"Tle dī kair īn?"

"Uch dī rek."

"A..."

He paused. Parzan was not quite sure what to do next. He supposed it may be appropriate to welcome them, invite them into their homes, but he was far from as comfortable as the old man was in speaking with the visitors. He was young, sane, and with plenty left to live for. Blocking out all worries with intense effort, he faced the Princess and spoke.

"Sēvsēv cham on uch su vīvī sam on uch."

[The Empire]

Unsure of what The younger man meant, she repeated the word used most frequenrtly in the last sentences.

"Uch?"

[Mor'os]

The priest pointed to the drawing of the small house in the dirt.

"Uch" he repeated with meaning. Parzan corresponded his statement with a nod.

[The Empire]

"Ahh, so uch means house, thank you"
The princess nodded to the priest and turned to Parzan.

"What of housing then?" She gestured more to the arrow than to the house or camp sketch, as to indicate the transession.