A small gasp escaped from the girl's lips as K'rahto quickly rolled his weight over the girl until it was now him on top of her. Though she had yet to realise it, this was the second time tonight that she found herself in such an uncomfortable situation, and lucky she was for it, for being reminded of what she had made herself tell her father just a short while ago was something she did not want returning to mind no sooner than it had been momentarily pushed aside.
K'nahli squirmed a little beneath the tia's grip but ultimately she made little effort to escape. Aggravating though she found it, he was only behaving as she would have done had it been he who initiated such an assault.... and, more likely than not, he did so because it were now he whom had something to say to her in response. As her moment's worth of surprise drained away with her expression to be replaced by a narrow frown with which she returned the tia's venomous glare, she could feel her tall and slender ears drawing low and closer forward, tuning in near to the tia's voice as he began speaking, short as his response would be.
("...huh?") the thought echoed in the girl's head. Though her confusion were unheard, the thought was reflected clearly in her expression.
The girl blinked steadily as she stared deeply into the tia's amber eyes; her curiosity and intrigue to find the meaning of his words stealing her from what should be her attributed discomfort with such an encounter.
("Why..... why would you say such a thing?") the girl's inward thoughts were complimented by a slow appearing, yet lightly drawn frown.
("Is that all you see when you look at me too? An unloving monster whom knows naught but venom?").
K'nahli bit her lip as though preventing the words from slipping past her lips as the tia took himself back to his feet. Her gaze had turned away from him as though she were fearful of him discovering her sadness from this realisation, as she saw it. A couple of seconds of silence followed as neither miqo'te would appear to find the nerve or the intention to speak further, as much as curiosity and anxiety would plague the female in particular. Perhaps it was a blessing in K'nahli's favour that their scene was interrupted there and then.
When K'iara finally showed up and, seemingly, physically scolded K'rahto in the only way that an older sibling could, K'nahli took back to her feet almost too casually. Though in part she had actually hoped for an answer to the question that she had come very close to voicing aloud, she couldn't deny that she also felt some sense of relief now that the encounter had come to a close and there was no longer a danger of her saying more than she'd have forgiven herself for later. K'rahto always had a way to make her heart beat just as quickly as he would make her blood boil. It was almost amusing to imagine that he were not doing so intentionally.
Thankfully the unusual sight, as it must have been perceived, was not questioned in that moment and K'iara had already thrown herself into the midst of their quarry, signalling the true beginning of the hunt. With her back turned to the events that were suddenly transpiring, K'nahli merely passed a fleeting, yet seemingly, lonely glance over her shoulder in the direction of K'rahto before she quickly retraced her steps to salvage her bow from the shrubs in which she had earlier thrown it. Unscathed, as any rational person would have predicted, though for K'nahli it was enough to warrant a tiny smile of relief. Taking a moment to glance upon it in reflection, the girl turned to join her sisters in their attempt to fell the first beast that K'iara so recklessly clung to. Instead of accompanying them in the same fashion however, K'nahli decided it best to test her previous observations. The girl dashed in closer than her fellow archers and took a knee a short distance away from the beast. With a deep breath and a swiftly drawn arrow, the girl aimed precisely, and from there, patiently awaited for the right moment, one that K'iara's presence upon the beast would almost certainly create.
K'nahli squirmed a little beneath the tia's grip but ultimately she made little effort to escape. Aggravating though she found it, he was only behaving as she would have done had it been he who initiated such an assault.... and, more likely than not, he did so because it were now he whom had something to say to her in response. As her moment's worth of surprise drained away with her expression to be replaced by a narrow frown with which she returned the tia's venomous glare, she could feel her tall and slender ears drawing low and closer forward, tuning in near to the tia's voice as he began speaking, short as his response would be.
("...huh?") the thought echoed in the girl's head. Though her confusion were unheard, the thought was reflected clearly in her expression.
The girl blinked steadily as she stared deeply into the tia's amber eyes; her curiosity and intrigue to find the meaning of his words stealing her from what should be her attributed discomfort with such an encounter.
("Why..... why would you say such a thing?") the girl's inward thoughts were complimented by a slow appearing, yet lightly drawn frown.
("Is that all you see when you look at me too? An unloving monster whom knows naught but venom?").
K'nahli bit her lip as though preventing the words from slipping past her lips as the tia took himself back to his feet. Her gaze had turned away from him as though she were fearful of him discovering her sadness from this realisation, as she saw it. A couple of seconds of silence followed as neither miqo'te would appear to find the nerve or the intention to speak further, as much as curiosity and anxiety would plague the female in particular. Perhaps it was a blessing in K'nahli's favour that their scene was interrupted there and then.
When K'iara finally showed up and, seemingly, physically scolded K'rahto in the only way that an older sibling could, K'nahli took back to her feet almost too casually. Though in part she had actually hoped for an answer to the question that she had come very close to voicing aloud, she couldn't deny that she also felt some sense of relief now that the encounter had come to a close and there was no longer a danger of her saying more than she'd have forgiven herself for later. K'rahto always had a way to make her heart beat just as quickly as he would make her blood boil. It was almost amusing to imagine that he were not doing so intentionally.
Thankfully the unusual sight, as it must have been perceived, was not questioned in that moment and K'iara had already thrown herself into the midst of their quarry, signalling the true beginning of the hunt. With her back turned to the events that were suddenly transpiring, K'nahli merely passed a fleeting, yet seemingly, lonely glance over her shoulder in the direction of K'rahto before she quickly retraced her steps to salvage her bow from the shrubs in which she had earlier thrown it. Unscathed, as any rational person would have predicted, though for K'nahli it was enough to warrant a tiny smile of relief. Taking a moment to glance upon it in reflection, the girl turned to join her sisters in their attempt to fell the first beast that K'iara so recklessly clung to. Instead of accompanying them in the same fashion however, K'nahli decided it best to test her previous observations. The girl dashed in closer than her fellow archers and took a knee a short distance away from the beast. With a deep breath and a swiftly drawn arrow, the girl aimed precisely, and from there, patiently awaited for the right moment, one that K'iara's presence upon the beast would almost certainly create.
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Characters: Andre Winter (Hy'ur) / K'nahli Yohko (Miqo'te)
