The sands rolled and gave way in small waves beneath his grandmother's feet as she walked. The quiet roar of the grains filled K'yohko's mind. His body was still and steady. There was a humility to his posture, and a confidence. His long breaths evenly matched the movement of sand across the tent.
K'takka's words rolled smoothly down to his ears and ran along his spine. He understood her meaning, and the implication of asking this moment with his daughter. And yet he did not regret his choice or stutter in following through with them. There was no fear in him. Not of Tias with courage, nor of his thinning blood; K'takka's warning did not strike him with fear. He took them in stride, with a grace that only the Nunh K'yohko could, and the man stood.
It was a powerful and graceful movement as his spine unfurled and the sands fell away from his hair and face. His legs worked to bring him upright and his eyes fell to Grandmother in a short thankfulness of her cooperation.
Yohko's eyes turned to K'ailia, and he moved to her side and picked her up by the collar of her shirt and set her on her feet. Never would he carry his daughters when they had two working legs to use. Dragging however, was another matter entirely.
"Come." He ordered shortly to K'ailia before turning and striding across the tent. His feet glided smoothly across the ground, leaving barely an imprint.
Yohko ducked out of the tent and waited a short moment for his daughter to follow before leading on. He moved across the tent, purpose and power in his stride before pausing finally only a little ways from the camp at a large group of rocky boulders that broke the sand's vast landscape of nothingness.
He waited for K'ailia to stop in front of him before he inhaled and asked but a single thing from her.
"Explain yourself."
K'takka's words rolled smoothly down to his ears and ran along his spine. He understood her meaning, and the implication of asking this moment with his daughter. And yet he did not regret his choice or stutter in following through with them. There was no fear in him. Not of Tias with courage, nor of his thinning blood; K'takka's warning did not strike him with fear. He took them in stride, with a grace that only the Nunh K'yohko could, and the man stood.
It was a powerful and graceful movement as his spine unfurled and the sands fell away from his hair and face. His legs worked to bring him upright and his eyes fell to Grandmother in a short thankfulness of her cooperation.
Yohko's eyes turned to K'ailia, and he moved to her side and picked her up by the collar of her shirt and set her on her feet. Never would he carry his daughters when they had two working legs to use. Dragging however, was another matter entirely.
"Come." He ordered shortly to K'ailia before turning and striding across the tent. His feet glided smoothly across the ground, leaving barely an imprint.
Yohko ducked out of the tent and waited a short moment for his daughter to follow before leading on. He moved across the tent, purpose and power in his stride before pausing finally only a little ways from the camp at a large group of rocky boulders that broke the sand's vast landscape of nothingness.
He waited for K'ailia to stop in front of him before he inhaled and asked but a single thing from her.
"Explain yourself."