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K'nahli · **10-24-2013, 04:43 PM**

A rogue, though pleasing breeze brushed softly across K'nihqa's face as she exited her tent alone and began making her way towards the centre of the camp. Casually drawing her hand up towards her face, she arced her fingers loosely together to serve as a makeshift comb before gently brushing them across the side of her face, capturing the loose strands of hair that hung low by her cheeks and tucking them nimbly amongst the main volume. The compacted, sun-baked sand beneath her feet shifted and crunched softly with each stride she took and was the only sound that could be heard with exception to the distant crackling of the fire. No chattering nor any noisy shuffling from nearby tents. It produced an eerie feeling, one that would only develop as the morning progressed.

As she reached the centre of the camp and drew closer to the fire, K'nihqa smiled softly in a brief moment where she caught eyes with K'mih, her daughter's "other half" as she liked to jest, before twirling her tail around her thigh carefully and allowing herself to sit next to the young miqo'te. She nodded modestly to K'mihgazu as she seated herself quietly while permitting her eyes to look about her, studying all of the faces that had already arrived and predicting ahead of time who would be the most vocal when it came to voicing concerns.

"This will surely make for a long day" she sighed to no-one in particular while folding her arms snugly across her chest and crossing her legs.

Her eyes traveled upwards to greet the sun as it slowly rose higher and higher into the sky. The air grew increasingly heavy and warm as a result, not that it was anything unusual for the tribal miqo'te, but it carried with it a precarious feeling. An irregular uneasiness that led K'nihqa, at least, to harbour a perturbed feeling that the meeting and all events that it would incur would give cause to a great deal of conflict and anxiety amongst the tribekin.

She sighed again, this time more quietly and directed to no-one but herself.

"As if things weren't fragile enough" she whispered to herself, though not quiet enough for it not to be overheard.

Refugees under the Sun [Hipparion Tribe]

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