2013... He had another 250 years before evil arrived. The Mondoshawan protection over the Earth - specifically, her - had developed a religion to pass the knowledge on from one generation to another. There was very little more powerful than religion, and though she was no goddess and her people were not gods, she knew that the people of Earth could easily have made the mistake upon her first arrival. Not now, perhaps. Had her religion died? She tilted her head. If not a priest, then what? He knew her. He must, to know the language. She wondered about that deep breath he took.
"Kilen'poulanatzo?" she asked speculatively. If he did not identify as a priest, it was yet possible that he still carried the knowledge on and continued to be one of those charged with her protection while she slept. Or possibly... "Ansilao?"
A protector or a scholar. Either of those would seem right. But he showed very little recognition of her. She gave him her name, then - her full name - Precious Gem of the Earth and Honorable Defender of Light and Life. The translation into English was rough and unwieldy. Divinian carried her name with the grace it had been gifted.