"I see. My ally, Korrado is busy preparing the mountains for the arrival of the diplomats. I will be doing the same, but here. Please do not enter the marked area as I will be modifying it to be flat and free of obstacles. During this time I will be focusing too much of My attention for Me to be able to talk to you, but if you say My name I will hear you."

Damianos will mark a square about a kilometer in length by cutting a line in the snow.

"- okay." She'll just record this eventuality, shall she.

She totally can! Damianos is now no longer focusing on showing off and will just do the thing that has the best savings in energy and attention, not focusing on speed.

The snow and rocks are removed from the square, starting from the center out, as though being pushed away by an invisible snowplow. That takes two hours. In the next hour, the cleared away snow and rock outside the square is smoothed out into the surrounding soil, and the part inside is also smoothed out, making it perfectly flat. 

In the last two hours, he will create an oval table, with two chairs on one side and nine on the other, in the same style as the one He did for the photographer, the whole setup placed between the cave and the square. On the outside of all four sides of the square, he will write "LAND HERE" in large Voan script.

The acolytes are going to Go to Sleep for the next five hours until they're woken up by the Korrado alarm when the planes fly over the mountains.

Korrado will have finished creating the mountain pass, but won't finish having the river pass through it, so the redirected river will just...abruptly stop some distance away from the pass. 

Wow. What the shit. Where is the water going.

Anyway. The plane and its escort jets land.

Rendon and Feliya will be alerted by the plane passing over the mountains, and will eat a little, pray, and get themselves ready for the diplomats. They will stand in the area between one edge of the landing zone and the table and chair that has been set up near the cave.

"Should we change our hair color to blue."

"...why?"

"Blue is the governance and diplomacy caste. Damianos says that they tell caste based on hair color."

"If it correctly signals our role, then I don't see why not. Though...we're from very far away, not even from the same planet, so I don't think they're expecting us to signal in ways that would fit neatly into their ontology."

"True. But it would be a friendly gesture, I think. Do you think they would interpret it that way?"

"If you want to change your hair color to blue because you think it's pretty, then go do that. I think...it would give away that we have minor shapeshifting. Or have access to quick acting blue hair dye on short notice. I suppose that isn't like, the biggest of things to give away. I think they would at least not treat it as a hostile or aggressive action."

"If I change my hair color will you match me."

"...yes, for a future favor. I should note that it's not like they can see our hair anyway, we're wearing cloaks with our hoods up."

"Deal! And no, they can still see actually, Damianos says it comes through even through their eyebrows and eyelashes. The person we were talking to had green eyebrows."

"Huh. So, is it innate, do you think? Castes, I mean. Are they hereditary? Can you swap castes?"

"I don't know. Anyway, I can see them flying above now, so blue hair and eyebrows here we go."

Feliya will activate Damianos's power and think about how it would be really beautiful for her to have lustrous, sky blue hair, the color of morning sky. She will also touch Rendon's face – that being the only skin on him that is exposed – so that he can have the power too.

Rendon will pick a saturated #0000FF blue.

Damianos will oblige!

Alright. What do the diplomats look like? What do they do?

The diplomats have blue hair (cornflower, navy, and bright peacock) and are followed by green adjuncts (spruce, pistachio, pear, emerald, olive, and hunter). The escort jets land farther away and greys emerge from them to stand guard. The photographer trots over to the plane the diplomats came in while they stride toward the provided table, smiling.

She is so envious that they get to have all these hair colors while people back on...they really need a name for their world...mostly have black. She's very happy that Damianos can change her hair color for her.

Rendon is a little put off by the smiling but he knows that's a thing other cultures do. He is not used to "smiling to signal friendliness".

Damianos tells Feliya that He will take point in negotiations, but she can speak up if she notices something. Rendon and Korrado will ready themselves in the case diplomacy turns to not diplomacy.

"I am Damianos, the landscape-superbeing of the bountiful plains, with my ambassador Feliya."