K'nahli narrowed her eyes in annoyance following K'mana reply, shooting her a piercing glare that told enough of her thoughts before she even began to speak.
"You would patronize me, sister?" K'nahli challenged K'mana sharply, stare unfaltering, as her focus became directed solely towards her.
"I would not insist that there resides a riskless resolve to the matter, I simply would have you know that such typical suggestions are not necessarily the best course of action just because they have been done in the past. You stand there claiming that the elders cling only to tradition and shed less concern for the tribe's well-being when it is you who used our past nomadic tendencies as part of your reason to voyage further northwards into Thanalan."
K'nahli critiqued the miqo'te firmly, unintentionally growing more hostile in her words.
"You would say that migrating is a necessity that best be done sooner rather than later and I would agree, but that does not excuse rashly jumping to conclusions as though they have not already been considered by those who were well aware of the issue before we even saw reason to worry" K'nahli continued.
She had no particular reason to defend the elders but she couldn't help but feel their judgement was being completely undermined as though they were blind fools, hopeless in their adamance to cling to mindless repetitive mannerisms, when in truth they have been keeping the tribe thriving well and strong for many cycles.
Gripping the railing with her hand closest to it, she slowly turned her head to look out over the desert in momentary contemplation before continuing to speak. A soft breeze rolled towards the tower, catching the girl's fringe and locks that were tied in modest, silver ornaments, causing them to sway gently across her face. After a brief moment's silence, she continued.
"This is our family we are talking about. Our decision as a whole will affect our fate. We are long past the point of trial and error."
She spoke a little more softly this time as her words resounded deep within her heart, reflecting on the reality that were these troubling times. Almost an insurance of further loss... further heartache. Another brief moment of silence past before she returned her watch to K'mana, her expression and tone abandoning the previous softness.
"So forgive me, sister, for not eagerly supporting an idea that could just as easily condemn my family to their premature deaths just as easily as it could save us. Do not defend reasoning with strength. Strong as we are, it is foolish to needlessly expose ourselves to danger, and that is to forget how much weaker we have become since Carteneau."
K'nahli spat at K'mana defiantly, still vexed by her response as she turned to face K'ailia.
"And if stocking food were possible then I hardly see need for concern" K'nahli replied coldly, resting her palm on her temple as she shut her eyes, already frustrated from the debate after her long and tiring day.
"I see not why you both challenge me with arguments for tradition when frankly I care little for it. I do not defend the behaviours of our ancestors and treat it as a sacred guide to dictate my own life. I defend only the alternate and perhaps unspoken methods to our elders' decision not to migrate. And while it may yet be our best opportunity, I stress again, I spoke only to say that it is not a simple solution worth pursuing on a whim."
"You would patronize me, sister?" K'nahli challenged K'mana sharply, stare unfaltering, as her focus became directed solely towards her.
"I would not insist that there resides a riskless resolve to the matter, I simply would have you know that such typical suggestions are not necessarily the best course of action just because they have been done in the past. You stand there claiming that the elders cling only to tradition and shed less concern for the tribe's well-being when it is you who used our past nomadic tendencies as part of your reason to voyage further northwards into Thanalan."
K'nahli critiqued the miqo'te firmly, unintentionally growing more hostile in her words.
"You would say that migrating is a necessity that best be done sooner rather than later and I would agree, but that does not excuse rashly jumping to conclusions as though they have not already been considered by those who were well aware of the issue before we even saw reason to worry" K'nahli continued.
She had no particular reason to defend the elders but she couldn't help but feel their judgement was being completely undermined as though they were blind fools, hopeless in their adamance to cling to mindless repetitive mannerisms, when in truth they have been keeping the tribe thriving well and strong for many cycles.
Gripping the railing with her hand closest to it, she slowly turned her head to look out over the desert in momentary contemplation before continuing to speak. A soft breeze rolled towards the tower, catching the girl's fringe and locks that were tied in modest, silver ornaments, causing them to sway gently across her face. After a brief moment's silence, she continued.
"This is our family we are talking about. Our decision as a whole will affect our fate. We are long past the point of trial and error."
She spoke a little more softly this time as her words resounded deep within her heart, reflecting on the reality that were these troubling times. Almost an insurance of further loss... further heartache. Another brief moment of silence past before she returned her watch to K'mana, her expression and tone abandoning the previous softness.
"So forgive me, sister, for not eagerly supporting an idea that could just as easily condemn my family to their premature deaths just as easily as it could save us. Do not defend reasoning with strength. Strong as we are, it is foolish to needlessly expose ourselves to danger, and that is to forget how much weaker we have become since Carteneau."
K'nahli spat at K'mana defiantly, still vexed by her response as she turned to face K'ailia.
"And if stocking food were possible then I hardly see need for concern" K'nahli replied coldly, resting her palm on her temple as she shut her eyes, already frustrated from the debate after her long and tiring day.
"I see not why you both challenge me with arguments for tradition when frankly I care little for it. I do not defend the behaviours of our ancestors and treat it as a sacred guide to dictate my own life. I defend only the alternate and perhaps unspoken methods to our elders' decision not to migrate. And while it may yet be our best opportunity, I stress again, I spoke only to say that it is not a simple solution worth pursuing on a whim."
Characters: Andre Winter (Hy'ur) / K'nahli Yohko (Miqo'te)