Something to lose.
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K’mih understood that feeling very well. Failing the hunt would likely entail abandoning the life she’d known up until now. She’d be separated from her sister, from her family. There was too much to lose for a young Miqo’te like her.
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Bicoloured eyes kept observing K’nahli’s movements, waiting, needing something, anything that might ease a slice of her distress. It finally happened when the archer spoke next— simple words they were, yet so powerful.
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(‘You’re a good warrior, K’mih’).
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It was odd. The young Miqo’te had been too scared of herself; she’d spent day and night doubting her own capacities, wondering if she could succeed this. She’d only needed those words from her sister in order to feel that she was truly ready. As ready as she could be, at least.
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K’mih smiled with relief, albeit briefly, for her expression turned into curiosity when her sister approached her with a gift. It was the head of a broken arrow, something that, in the pink haired girl’s mind, represented her older sister’s strength. She stared at it wide eyed for a few seconds, until her gaze rose to K’nahli with another smile, nervous and still genuine.
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“Thank you, K’nahli!†She said, more cheerfully than how she spoke a moment ago. “I won’t disappoint you!â€
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If K’nahli believed in her, there was no way she could lose. There was no way. Every other Miqo'te she'd been living with had gone through this, she couldn't be the one left behind.
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And yet, another voice in her mind needed to remind her that her other sister, K’ailia, had recently failed the hunt and would take her leave soon…
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K’mih understood that feeling very well. Failing the hunt would likely entail abandoning the life she’d known up until now. She’d be separated from her sister, from her family. There was too much to lose for a young Miqo’te like her.
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Bicoloured eyes kept observing K’nahli’s movements, waiting, needing something, anything that might ease a slice of her distress. It finally happened when the archer spoke next— simple words they were, yet so powerful.
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(‘You’re a good warrior, K’mih’).
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It was odd. The young Miqo’te had been too scared of herself; she’d spent day and night doubting her own capacities, wondering if she could succeed this. She’d only needed those words from her sister in order to feel that she was truly ready. As ready as she could be, at least.
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K’mih smiled with relief, albeit briefly, for her expression turned into curiosity when her sister approached her with a gift. It was the head of a broken arrow, something that, in the pink haired girl’s mind, represented her older sister’s strength. She stared at it wide eyed for a few seconds, until her gaze rose to K’nahli with another smile, nervous and still genuine.
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“Thank you, K’nahli!†She said, more cheerfully than how she spoke a moment ago. “I won’t disappoint you!â€
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If K’nahli believed in her, there was no way she could lose. There was no way. Every other Miqo'te she'd been living with had gone through this, she couldn't be the one left behind.
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And yet, another voice in her mind needed to remind her that her other sister, K’ailia, had recently failed the hunt and would take her leave soon…
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Clover Blake (Hyur) /Â K'mih Yohko (Miqo'te)
