With a dejected expression, K'mih walked with the rest of the huntresses, albeit she didn't stand nearby K'nahli this time. She needed to talk to her sister as soon as possible, but the fear of meeting those cold eyes again was paralyzing. K'mih didn't need to face rejection right now; she didn't need to feel guilty about something she didn't even know.
When she timidly raised her head to look around, her eyes stopped at the figure of her father in the distance, as if he was the only comfort. Not even her mother, who was also getting ready for the hunt; just him.
His invitation for K'ile to visit his tent still rang her ears. Had it been anyone else, perhaps it'd been possible for it to have been a joke. But her father didn't usually joke, did he...?
When she timidly raised her head to look around, her eyes stopped at the figure of her father in the distance, as if he was the only comfort. Not even her mother, who was also getting ready for the hunt; just him.
His invitation for K'ile to visit his tent still rang her ears. Had it been anyone else, perhaps it'd been possible for it to have been a joke. But her father didn't usually joke, did he...?
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Clover Blake (Hyur) /Â K'mih Yohko (Miqo'te)
