“It came from above,” condescended the other, pointing to the sky, “from the blackness. That means something may actually be up there, something greater than... than this,” – he spread his arms wide to present the world around them – “and what's worse, your excitement will only stir up in our colony a desire to know, to explore, to dare ourselves into the unknown and ultimately risk our progeny's god-given peace of mind.”
Just then, the thunder came from above and Walden began to panic all the more. Zepp, on the other hand, only grew more excited! His puny, little heart pounded as worlds of glory flashed through his imagination. Gods just above us, right overhead! what luck! He must have exclaimed this aloud, though he really didn't mean to, for Walden struck him again and scolded him for being such a ninny.
“You do this every time! Remember that time with the ink pen,” he began, but was interrupted by the strong voice of the colony's elder, a sage known simply as Saint Wire.