With open eyes and parted lips, K’mih observed her sister’s movements with the bow—her precision, her concentration. Her perfection.
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K’nahli had always been amazing. Everything she did was amazing. So much that K’mih felt a pang of surprise –and anxiety- to hear that her older sister had feared that day as much as she did.
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“But... K’nahli, you’re very skilled with the bow…†The young Miqo’te said, not raising her voice much in order not to disrupt her sister’s exercise. Concern was, once more, heavily imprinted on her tone. “Didn’t you… believe that you could do it?â€
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K’nahli had always been amazing. Everything she did was amazing. So much that K’mih felt a pang of surprise –and anxiety- to hear that her older sister had feared that day as much as she did.
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“But... K’nahli, you’re very skilled with the bow…†The young Miqo’te said, not raising her voice much in order not to disrupt her sister’s exercise. Concern was, once more, heavily imprinted on her tone. “Didn’t you… believe that you could do it?â€
Clover Blake (Hyur) /Â K'mih Yohko (Miqo'te)