The young girl had remained calm at the confirmation that K'ile was, indeed, going to challenge her father. What made her eyes raise and open wider were K'iara's words; intimidating, challenging, and highly unwelcome. K'mih looked troubled, losing her voice for a moment. Even if K'ile was much older than her father, it was a fact that he would be her Nunh if he won the challenge. What was no fact was that the new Nunh would accept a miqo'te like her, however.
Her gaze lowered again. Out of sight, her fingers squeezed each other in nervous movements.
"The Nunh must be challenged," she agreed, managing to sound calm again. So calm her voice didn't raise much. "I only have a favour to ask..."
K'mih looked into K'ile's eyes, with both determination and innocence, before she spoke again. "Will you wait until the Nunh recovers from his wounds?"
Her gaze lowered again. Out of sight, her fingers squeezed each other in nervous movements.
"The Nunh must be challenged," she agreed, managing to sound calm again. So calm her voice didn't raise much. "I only have a favour to ask..."
K'mih looked into K'ile's eyes, with both determination and innocence, before she spoke again. "Will you wait until the Nunh recovers from his wounds?"
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Clover Blake (Hyur) /Â K'mih Yohko (Miqo'te)
