"You do not need my permission for such a thing. If you wish to join the hunt then do so" K'nahli replied bluntly as she continued putting away the remainder of her belongings.
The remaining journey that had taken place between Forgotten Springs and their current residence in Eastern Thanalan had been another one of isolation - though her bitterness seemed to have quelled notably, not that it would likely have been noticed by anyone other than herself given her limited interaction.
Regardless, K'mih was greeted with little other than her taller sister's back, a slender form whose skin glowed dimly in the fleeting light that passed through the tent's entrance, as she gave her answer. Though it was not intentionally turned to her young sister in a symbol of either defiance or perhaps, retreat, no effort was truly made to so much as even look at K'mih directly as she spoke.
The nature of her upset in all manners had dwindled in recent days luckily, though it had not been so easily resolved either, not through such blatant avoidance could she really hope for much more than that anyways. For K'nahli, K'mih's presence was still a reminder of how she was none other than the "less favourable" sister. A title she had all but earned for herself with the way she had chosen to behave in post-calamitic years. A self-absorbed notion to be sure, but certainly no shier from the truth.
"I must needs inspect my arrows before the hunt. Is there anything else?" K'nahli asked coolly as she placed the final box down near the base of her bedding with an audible thump. With little hesitation she finally turned to face her younger sister, having concluded with her current activity. K'nahli's expression felt somehow dangerous with the way she looked at the younger miqo'te so lifelessly. While she wasn't quite frowning at her sister, merely the way her lids hung low over her piercing eyes as she watched the pink-haired miqo'te with a faint shadow of disinterest revealed that there was still no resolve to the strange and, to K'mih, untold feelings that her older sibling harboured toward her.
The atmosphere in the tent was undoubtedly chilling, far beyond that of the simple shift in climates, dramatic as it had been for the miqo'te tribe - and it all radiated from the blue-haired girl who now looked down upon her sister not with a familiar loving affection and the intent to protect, but with a contemptuous glower that eagerly awaited the chance to escape the miqo'te's company.
The remaining journey that had taken place between Forgotten Springs and their current residence in Eastern Thanalan had been another one of isolation - though her bitterness seemed to have quelled notably, not that it would likely have been noticed by anyone other than herself given her limited interaction.
Regardless, K'mih was greeted with little other than her taller sister's back, a slender form whose skin glowed dimly in the fleeting light that passed through the tent's entrance, as she gave her answer. Though it was not intentionally turned to her young sister in a symbol of either defiance or perhaps, retreat, no effort was truly made to so much as even look at K'mih directly as she spoke.
The nature of her upset in all manners had dwindled in recent days luckily, though it had not been so easily resolved either, not through such blatant avoidance could she really hope for much more than that anyways. For K'nahli, K'mih's presence was still a reminder of how she was none other than the "less favourable" sister. A title she had all but earned for herself with the way she had chosen to behave in post-calamitic years. A self-absorbed notion to be sure, but certainly no shier from the truth.
"I must needs inspect my arrows before the hunt. Is there anything else?" K'nahli asked coolly as she placed the final box down near the base of her bedding with an audible thump. With little hesitation she finally turned to face her younger sister, having concluded with her current activity. K'nahli's expression felt somehow dangerous with the way she looked at the younger miqo'te so lifelessly. While she wasn't quite frowning at her sister, merely the way her lids hung low over her piercing eyes as she watched the pink-haired miqo'te with a faint shadow of disinterest revealed that there was still no resolve to the strange and, to K'mih, untold feelings that her older sibling harboured toward her.
The atmosphere in the tent was undoubtedly chilling, far beyond that of the simple shift in climates, dramatic as it had been for the miqo'te tribe - and it all radiated from the blue-haired girl who now looked down upon her sister not with a familiar loving affection and the intent to protect, but with a contemptuous glower that eagerly awaited the chance to escape the miqo'te's company.
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Characters: Andre Winter (Hy'ur) / K'nahli Yohko (Miqo'te)
