A thin strip of light illuminated part of the girl's face as she subtly parted the tent flaps. It seemed that everyone else had made it back in one piece at last. She almost could have sighed.
In a cruel way, the girl had, in part, hoped that someone else would have sustained wounds of their own so that she might justify 'her' injury more easily. Though from what she could tell, that was not the case.
A sudden, shooting pain caused the girl to quickly wince and moan softly in discomfort. Her gaze shifted away from the world outside to observe as a tender hand reached down to try and soothe the discomfort - for the little it would help. After a moment, her eyes were then guided away from her wound and back out through the slit in the tent as the laughter and excitement that followed the returning huntresses continued to feed the growing atmosphere about the camp.
K'nahli clutched a weak fist over her chest as her heart was felt to drum to an irregular rhythm. She didn't doubt her father's ability to succeed over anyone, especially the likes of K'ile - but that was not enough to stow her lingering sense of anxiety for the coming challenge ahead.
In the end, she didn't create the chance to go and speak to the tia as she should have; though each time she would scold herself with that thought she would only once again, remind herself that having him show up now on his own terms, for whatever reason, would be just as unfavourable.
Simply standing there by the entrance had become painful once more, though she favoured it above simply resting on her bed as she had already vainly attempted until now.
In a cruel way, the girl had, in part, hoped that someone else would have sustained wounds of their own so that she might justify 'her' injury more easily. Though from what she could tell, that was not the case.
A sudden, shooting pain caused the girl to quickly wince and moan softly in discomfort. Her gaze shifted away from the world outside to observe as a tender hand reached down to try and soothe the discomfort - for the little it would help. After a moment, her eyes were then guided away from her wound and back out through the slit in the tent as the laughter and excitement that followed the returning huntresses continued to feed the growing atmosphere about the camp.
K'nahli clutched a weak fist over her chest as her heart was felt to drum to an irregular rhythm. She didn't doubt her father's ability to succeed over anyone, especially the likes of K'ile - but that was not enough to stow her lingering sense of anxiety for the coming challenge ahead.
In the end, she didn't create the chance to go and speak to the tia as she should have; though each time she would scold herself with that thought she would only once again, remind herself that having him show up now on his own terms, for whatever reason, would be just as unfavourable.
Simply standing there by the entrance had become painful once more, though she favoured it above simply resting on her bed as she had already vainly attempted until now.
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Characters: Andre Winter (Hy'ur) / K'nahli Yohko (Miqo'te)
