"Nyaha..." the steel-blue haired miqo'te let out a modest, yet joyous laugh to herself as her arrows found both of the cans that lay parallel to each other atop a moderately, distanced rock. Striking two small targets at once from a single pull of a bow was something she felt only K'yhaega could succeed at. So much so that she had often felt that attempting to master such a technique was a waste of time. She was unsure why she had bothered pursuing the technique in recent days though she was certainly not regretting it. Her style needed perfecting, though she deemed it as success enough for one morning.
Her eyes glistened brightly as the effulgent ball of fire in the sky above radiated down upon the desert, quickly returning the frigid, Sagolii sands into the scorched saffron she was more accustomed to. Sighing in satisfaction, K'nahli turned to face towards home. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she grew curious of the impending meeting. Admittedly she had planned on not so much as even attending, though now her interest in what particular people might have to say on the matter intrigued her slightly, even if she cared little for the final deliberation. K'nahli passed a short glance down towards her hand which gripped her bow tightly. She slowly brought it up to chest level to allow herself a better look as her thoughts took a hold of her. Her eyes tapered more seriously now as she continued to focus intently on her weapon as though it served as a form inspiration to the young miqo'te.
"...I should at least appear interested... 'lest I cause unintended insult.." she spoke quietly to herself as she lowered her weapon and turned her stare once more towards the tribe. She closed her eyes briefly as she drew in a deep breath before affixing the weapon around her body carefully and briskly made her way homeward.
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K'nahli approached the campfire discreetly, choosing to enter from a direction that would arouse the least suspicion and not interrupt the ongoing proceedings. She paused briefly while still out of view from the preoccupied tribe members to scan for a place to sit. K'mih immediately caught her attention. Despite her petite build and relatively normal appearance, she was quite easy to pick out from a crowd. Or perhaps that was merely an independent trait that K'nahli had unconsciously developed for herself. Both of their mothers however, had taken seat on either side of the young miqo'te. Scanning the area again, K'nahli searched once more for a place where she could quietly listen in on the meeting without finding herself caught amongst the louder of opinions.
"...."
Stepping away from the concealing shadows of the tents, K'nahli slowly drew within range of the meeting and allowed herself to sit next to K'yohko. Though she and her father were considerably different, they were not without some very similar personality traits. She left a little distance between herself and the nuhn however, a form of unspoken, mutual agreement.Â
Crossing both her legs and her arms, she sat silently alongside her father with her eyes shut calmly as her kin each took turns offering varying opinions. For the observer, one might believe she were disinterested in the events that were transpiring. An inaccurate deduction though not terribly far from the truth.
As the time came for K'ile to voice his opinion however, K'nahli's ears twitched and flicked minutely as his harsh yet passionate tone reverberated through the heavy, morning air towards her. Her eyelids rose slowly, unveiling her flaming eyes that blazed brilliantly against her youthful and contrastingly, fair face. She observed the older tia carefully as he spoke critically of K'ailias proposal, finding only, in K'nahli's opinion, raw truth in his words. His closing statement however was perhaps a little harsher than she would have cared to agree with. Her sister was young and perhaps more naive than herself, and though K'nahli didn't retain a particularly strong relationship with her, she didn't admire unnecessary brutality against K'ailia for proposing something only intended for pure purposes.
K'nahli's lips parted as she felt tempted to comment. Her gaze momentarily hopping towards K'ailia to attempt to gauge her reaction beforehand, hoping the young miqo'te hadn't been gravely upset by the tia's strong words. K'deiki, however, was more quick to rise to K'ailias defence, offering a similar insight and perhaps more weighing words than she, herself could have. K'nahli's eyelids drooped lazily once more as she returned to her passive state, awaiting any further opinion that her tribekin would yet have to offer to the debate. The heat-infused, desert air caressed her exposed skin gently as she remained seated silently next to her father. The day didn't feel unalike to any other. For now, she felt no desire to take part in the conversation. The outcome was not one that caused her grave concern. Her elders were no fools and it was arrogant to assume that they would jeopardize the safety of the tribe for the sake of tradition. She trusted the majority more than she would trust a lone, independent opinion. Be it her own or another's.
Her eyes glistened brightly as the effulgent ball of fire in the sky above radiated down upon the desert, quickly returning the frigid, Sagolii sands into the scorched saffron she was more accustomed to. Sighing in satisfaction, K'nahli turned to face towards home. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she grew curious of the impending meeting. Admittedly she had planned on not so much as even attending, though now her interest in what particular people might have to say on the matter intrigued her slightly, even if she cared little for the final deliberation. K'nahli passed a short glance down towards her hand which gripped her bow tightly. She slowly brought it up to chest level to allow herself a better look as her thoughts took a hold of her. Her eyes tapered more seriously now as she continued to focus intently on her weapon as though it served as a form inspiration to the young miqo'te.
"...I should at least appear interested... 'lest I cause unintended insult.." she spoke quietly to herself as she lowered her weapon and turned her stare once more towards the tribe. She closed her eyes briefly as she drew in a deep breath before affixing the weapon around her body carefully and briskly made her way homeward.
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K'nahli approached the campfire discreetly, choosing to enter from a direction that would arouse the least suspicion and not interrupt the ongoing proceedings. She paused briefly while still out of view from the preoccupied tribe members to scan for a place to sit. K'mih immediately caught her attention. Despite her petite build and relatively normal appearance, she was quite easy to pick out from a crowd. Or perhaps that was merely an independent trait that K'nahli had unconsciously developed for herself. Both of their mothers however, had taken seat on either side of the young miqo'te. Scanning the area again, K'nahli searched once more for a place where she could quietly listen in on the meeting without finding herself caught amongst the louder of opinions.
"...."
Stepping away from the concealing shadows of the tents, K'nahli slowly drew within range of the meeting and allowed herself to sit next to K'yohko. Though she and her father were considerably different, they were not without some very similar personality traits. She left a little distance between herself and the nuhn however, a form of unspoken, mutual agreement.Â
Crossing both her legs and her arms, she sat silently alongside her father with her eyes shut calmly as her kin each took turns offering varying opinions. For the observer, one might believe she were disinterested in the events that were transpiring. An inaccurate deduction though not terribly far from the truth.
As the time came for K'ile to voice his opinion however, K'nahli's ears twitched and flicked minutely as his harsh yet passionate tone reverberated through the heavy, morning air towards her. Her eyelids rose slowly, unveiling her flaming eyes that blazed brilliantly against her youthful and contrastingly, fair face. She observed the older tia carefully as he spoke critically of K'ailias proposal, finding only, in K'nahli's opinion, raw truth in his words. His closing statement however was perhaps a little harsher than she would have cared to agree with. Her sister was young and perhaps more naive than herself, and though K'nahli didn't retain a particularly strong relationship with her, she didn't admire unnecessary brutality against K'ailia for proposing something only intended for pure purposes.
K'nahli's lips parted as she felt tempted to comment. Her gaze momentarily hopping towards K'ailia to attempt to gauge her reaction beforehand, hoping the young miqo'te hadn't been gravely upset by the tia's strong words. K'deiki, however, was more quick to rise to K'ailias defence, offering a similar insight and perhaps more weighing words than she, herself could have. K'nahli's eyelids drooped lazily once more as she returned to her passive state, awaiting any further opinion that her tribekin would yet have to offer to the debate. The heat-infused, desert air caressed her exposed skin gently as she remained seated silently next to her father. The day didn't feel unalike to any other. For now, she felt no desire to take part in the conversation. The outcome was not one that caused her grave concern. Her elders were no fools and it was arrogant to assume that they would jeopardize the safety of the tribe for the sake of tradition. She trusted the majority more than she would trust a lone, independent opinion. Be it her own or another's.
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Characters: Andre Winter (Hy'ur) / K'nahli Yohko (Miqo'te)
