The dance was over, it died with the flame of the staff. K'mih left the spotlight as soon as she could, albeit it weren't her insecurities pushing her away; she felt strangely fine, in fact, like floating on any sort of cloud. Performing had been scary at first, but that uncomfortable feeling didn't linger for too long. Starting was the hardest part, the rest flowed on its own. Now she was just eager to hear the words of the one whom had placed so much trust on her.
"Uncle!" She called as she approached K'ile, her smile innocent, her eyes full of shy excitement. It was the expression of someone who wasn't really expecting a bad answer. "D-did I do it well?"
[...]
Among the shadows projected by all the huntresses around the fire, a silent Tia did nothing but watch. K'mih Yohko, the closest person to K'nahli Yohko... She really was nothing like her elder sister, not even with the flames reflected in her eyes. After the traditional ritual, his own eyelids stretched slightly, his grip on his lance tightening. The hunt was starting; he could almost smell his prey. The path to Nunh might as well begin that night.
"Uncle!" She called as she approached K'ile, her smile innocent, her eyes full of shy excitement. It was the expression of someone who wasn't really expecting a bad answer. "D-did I do it well?"
[...]
Among the shadows projected by all the huntresses around the fire, a silent Tia did nothing but watch. K'mih Yohko, the closest person to K'nahli Yohko... She really was nothing like her elder sister, not even with the flames reflected in her eyes. After the traditional ritual, his own eyelids stretched slightly, his grip on his lance tightening. The hunt was starting; he could almost smell his prey. The path to Nunh might as well begin that night.
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Clover Blake (Hyur) /Â K'mih Yohko (Miqo'te)
