Back in the Sagolii, K'rahto used to train every morning in the same spot. The trip to the new land wasn't going to change that habit, even less after the events from the past night. The look in K'ile Tia's face as he choked in his own defeat, watched and judged by every single huntress from the tribe, it all was hard to forget. K'rahto wouldn't, couldn't allow himself to suffer the same humiliation. He needed to be patient, become stronger, strike at the perfect moment. And that moment wasn't now.
That morning, the first one, he found himself a nice spot away from the rest of the tribe. It was just like the Sagolii; just he and his lance, with no one that might witness his weakness or his mistakes. Holding his weapon tightly, he swung his lance quickly, practicing all the movements that might save both his life and his honour someday. His eyes were fiercely focused on the imaginary enemy he visualised in front of him.
That morning, the first one, he found himself a nice spot away from the rest of the tribe. It was just like the Sagolii; just he and his lance, with no one that might witness his weakness or his mistakes. Holding his weapon tightly, he swung his lance quickly, practicing all the movements that might save both his life and his honour someday. His eyes were fiercely focused on the imaginary enemy he visualised in front of him.
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Clover Blake (Hyur) /Â K'mih Yohko (Miqo'te)
