From a certain distance, a pink haired miqo'te had been observing the joyful scene. Her father was playing in the water, leaving some of the weights he'd been carrying behind. It was a very unusual, yet very beautiful sight. K'ile's intervention didn't feel as nice, however; it erased K'mih's smile and made her heart pound faster. Was K'ile planning to drown the Nunh? Why wasn't her father coming out of the water yet...?
After seconds that felt like ages, the sensation of relief when her father's face emerged to breathe still left her weak. She wanted to think that K'yohko'd had everything under control, that he'd simply allowed K'ile to do as he pleased in order to humour him. The Nunh was still stronger, wasn't he?
K'mih smiled again, albeit lightly, and approached the lone figure of her sister. K'nahli had been observing the scene as well, apparently.
"K'nahli..." she called her, warmly as she always did. Her sister had been too serious from the moving; perhaps she needed to relax like her father was doing. "Why don't we bathe with them too?"
There'd been a brush of shyness in that last sentence. K'mih's unhealthy weakness for the Nunh wasn't easy to hide. That had been, in fact, the main reason why she preferred her elder sister to come with her.
Before K'nahli had any chance to reply, something else demanded K'mih's full attention. Her eyes grew wider at the sight of K'ile and K'yohko moving in too close, closer than it was safe. Closer than she'd ever been. Unconsciously, she tightened her fist.
Ah...
What was that feeling twitching in her stomach...?
[...............]
K'rahto Tia had been a bit too far from the springs to get wet. He did hear the splashes, the laugher, and the complaints. For a miqo'te who enjoyed the peace of silence and who had so much difficulty in the art of having fun, all the ruckus was nothing short of an annoyance. The only good side was that, judging from her angry yell, he knew K'nahli wasn't planning to get into those damn springs. The mere thought of another Tia looking at her was maddening, and there was no way K'rahto could even approach the place without raising questions about his true intentions.
After seconds that felt like ages, the sensation of relief when her father's face emerged to breathe still left her weak. She wanted to think that K'yohko'd had everything under control, that he'd simply allowed K'ile to do as he pleased in order to humour him. The Nunh was still stronger, wasn't he?
K'mih smiled again, albeit lightly, and approached the lone figure of her sister. K'nahli had been observing the scene as well, apparently.
"K'nahli..." she called her, warmly as she always did. Her sister had been too serious from the moving; perhaps she needed to relax like her father was doing. "Why don't we bathe with them too?"
There'd been a brush of shyness in that last sentence. K'mih's unhealthy weakness for the Nunh wasn't easy to hide. That had been, in fact, the main reason why she preferred her elder sister to come with her.
Before K'nahli had any chance to reply, something else demanded K'mih's full attention. Her eyes grew wider at the sight of K'ile and K'yohko moving in too close, closer than it was safe. Closer than she'd ever been. Unconsciously, she tightened her fist.
Ah...
What was that feeling twitching in her stomach...?
[...............]
K'rahto Tia had been a bit too far from the springs to get wet. He did hear the splashes, the laugher, and the complaints. For a miqo'te who enjoyed the peace of silence and who had so much difficulty in the art of having fun, all the ruckus was nothing short of an annoyance. The only good side was that, judging from her angry yell, he knew K'nahli wasn't planning to get into those damn springs. The mere thought of another Tia looking at her was maddening, and there was no way K'rahto could even approach the place without raising questions about his true intentions.
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Clover Blake (Hyur) /Â K'mih Yohko (Miqo'te)
