K'haali dismounted, reveling in the feeling of warm sand under her feet again as she sunk her face into her chocobo's neck, trying relax knotted muscles that she hadn't even realised existed until now. Upon hearing K'luha's suggestion she replied with a short protest; muffled by a faceful of warm feathers.
"Mmfff"
The elders would no doubt want to speak to the entire expedition; or, what remained of it. K'thajha inclusive, perhaps especially K'thajha; why would K'luha suggest they make a detour to visit the others? - Nevermind that K'haali wasn't exactly the most popular or sociable member of the tribe.
She concluded that perhaps K'luha wanted privacy, she was afterall hardest hit in every meaning of the word by the events of the expedition, and her reunion with the elders would probably not be a happy sight. After what what seemed like an eternity of careful consideration (And a while longer to prize herself away from her warm, feathery resting spot) she finally stood up straight, to the protest of her sore muscles, pulled a leather roll out from the harness and tossed it to K'tahjha.
"...alright."
Entering the camp proper, revealed a large, yet unlit bonfire, ringed by tents, a number of miqo'te busily going about their daily business; scouring a wurm hide from the last hunt, repairing weapons and sharpening the leather knives. In this hive of activity word of their arrival hadn't seemed to have sunk in just yet.
K'haali didn't announce their presence either, and instead made a bee-line toward a large rectangular tent that served as storage - apparently having a different plan than taking K'tahjha around introducing her to the daughters of the tribe. Predictably, a number of the other tribe members and huntresses noticed the new blonde haired arrival and began talking among themselves.
Taking the rolls of leather from K'tahjha and dropping the sack in the darkness of the tent, back turned to the outside world K'haali grinned a little and waited for the other tribe members to inevitably come forward out of curiosity and introduce themselves, saving her the trouble of a guided tour...
"Mmfff"
The elders would no doubt want to speak to the entire expedition; or, what remained of it. K'thajha inclusive, perhaps especially K'thajha; why would K'luha suggest they make a detour to visit the others? - Nevermind that K'haali wasn't exactly the most popular or sociable member of the tribe.
She concluded that perhaps K'luha wanted privacy, she was afterall hardest hit in every meaning of the word by the events of the expedition, and her reunion with the elders would probably not be a happy sight. After what what seemed like an eternity of careful consideration (And a while longer to prize herself away from her warm, feathery resting spot) she finally stood up straight, to the protest of her sore muscles, pulled a leather roll out from the harness and tossed it to K'tahjha.
"...alright."
Entering the camp proper, revealed a large, yet unlit bonfire, ringed by tents, a number of miqo'te busily going about their daily business; scouring a wurm hide from the last hunt, repairing weapons and sharpening the leather knives. In this hive of activity word of their arrival hadn't seemed to have sunk in just yet.
K'haali didn't announce their presence either, and instead made a bee-line toward a large rectangular tent that served as storage - apparently having a different plan than taking K'tahjha around introducing her to the daughters of the tribe. Predictably, a number of the other tribe members and huntresses noticed the new blonde haired arrival and began talking among themselves.
Taking the rolls of leather from K'tahjha and dropping the sack in the darkness of the tent, back turned to the outside world K'haali grinned a little and waited for the other tribe members to inevitably come forward out of curiosity and introduce themselves, saving her the trouble of a guided tour...
