K’rahto’s mouth had opened once more to take a new bite, and it froze that way when K’nahli made everything stop with a demand. Stop. Slowly, painted with brushes of disbelief, the Tia’s eyes turned to look at the huntress; she’d always been good with her arrows, hadn’t she? Even now. He wouldn’t be above displaying the smallest signs of weakness for her, even now. But that wasn’t all, it wasn’t that simple anymore. How unfortunate, how ironic that now, when K’nahli was becoming something K’rahto didn’t need, she seemed to want him back.
“My lance’s broken,†he answered, his expression recovering its cutting coldness from a moment before. “And I have no more words for you.â€
“My lance’s broken,†he answered, his expression recovering its cutting coldness from a moment before. “And I have no more words for you.â€
Clover Blake (Hyur) /Â K'mih Yohko (Miqo'te)