When K'ile left her in the tent, the emptiness in her chest seemed to grow to take his place, filling the entirety of the tent until she felt as though she'd suffocate in it. She didn't dare leave its walls, risking the sights and sounds and smells of the tribe, their words, their accusations, their grief. Somewhere amongst their tattered tents, K'yohko patrolled, and he too she found herself cowering from.
Instead she clawed weakly at the sand, mumbled teary pleas to Azeyma for relief, for the return of those precious things taken from her, but nothing but the emptiness and the silence of the tent answered. Their Warden had failed. Their Warden would not answer. In that silence, she found a smoldering heat deep in her belly. It twined around her grief with a stifling strength that reminded her of the smoke that had choked their lungs as they fled across the sands.
When K'ile returned with food and water, K'piru no longer lay curled uselessly on her side. She sat in the middle of the tent, legs folded beneath her, and she looked to him where he stood. Her tail still twisted weakly in the sand, her ears drooped low to the sides of her head, and her eyes and face were red and puffy from the tears that still gathered and fell. For a long moment, she took in his bowed form, the dirt and blood smeared across skin and bandages, the dull look in his usually brilliant eyes.
Swallowing back the pain his image brought, she spoke, "You saw it." Her voice carried faintly, barely more than a whisper, but the tone was low and almost calm. "I want... you to tell me how they died."
Instead she clawed weakly at the sand, mumbled teary pleas to Azeyma for relief, for the return of those precious things taken from her, but nothing but the emptiness and the silence of the tent answered. Their Warden had failed. Their Warden would not answer. In that silence, she found a smoldering heat deep in her belly. It twined around her grief with a stifling strength that reminded her of the smoke that had choked their lungs as they fled across the sands.
When K'ile returned with food and water, K'piru no longer lay curled uselessly on her side. She sat in the middle of the tent, legs folded beneath her, and she looked to him where he stood. Her tail still twisted weakly in the sand, her ears drooped low to the sides of her head, and her eyes and face were red and puffy from the tears that still gathered and fell. For a long moment, she took in his bowed form, the dirt and blood smeared across skin and bandages, the dull look in his usually brilliant eyes.
Swallowing back the pain his image brought, she spoke, "You saw it." Her voice carried faintly, barely more than a whisper, but the tone was low and almost calm. "I want... you to tell me how they died."
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"Song dogs barking at the break of dawn, lightning pushes the edges of a thunderstorm; and these streets, quiet as a sleeping army, send their battered dreams to heaven."
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