A small gasp could be heard as the nuhn's strong, protective arms wrapped around his daughter in a tender embrace. His heartfelt apology echoed throughout the young girl's head as though the words held no meaning to her, failing to interpret what an unhindered mind would immediately understand. Her conscious had already began putting up defensive barriers in an attempt to shield itself from any unwanted truths.
K'nahli's arms hung loosely by her sides as she stared blankly past her father. Her wavering eyes had grown noticeably, more watery as she steadily drew closer to being on the brink of tearing up. Her muscles tensed slightly as her arms slowly rose upward as though being drawn by a puppeteer's strings until they eventually came to gently grip her father's. His skin was gritty, matted with both dried and fresh blood that was saturated with countless, rough grains of sand that stuck stubbornly throughout. Small, untended-to lacerations could still be felt beneath the concealing carpet of darkened crimson all across those large arms that offered her their unrelenting protection.
"Wh-Wh-What do you m-mean?" a small voice finally escaped her throat as the tips of her fingers gently pressed into his skin, anchoring against his arms lightly as though it were a weak attempt to squeeze the answers out of him. His unusual behaviour was making the girl increasingly more nervous. Once again, he was slowly draining the small, remnant of hope that she still clung to as he gripped her small form tenderly.
"I'm t-tired, f-f-father... no-one will t-tell me an-anyth-ing...." the girl croaked pitifully as she slowly turned her head, twisting herself more deeply into her father's comforting embrace as her face nuzzled into his shoulder, bringing her voice closer now.
"I'm tired of not knowing..."
K'nahli's arms hung loosely by her sides as she stared blankly past her father. Her wavering eyes had grown noticeably, more watery as she steadily drew closer to being on the brink of tearing up. Her muscles tensed slightly as her arms slowly rose upward as though being drawn by a puppeteer's strings until they eventually came to gently grip her father's. His skin was gritty, matted with both dried and fresh blood that was saturated with countless, rough grains of sand that stuck stubbornly throughout. Small, untended-to lacerations could still be felt beneath the concealing carpet of darkened crimson all across those large arms that offered her their unrelenting protection.
"Wh-Wh-What do you m-mean?" a small voice finally escaped her throat as the tips of her fingers gently pressed into his skin, anchoring against his arms lightly as though it were a weak attempt to squeeze the answers out of him. His unusual behaviour was making the girl increasingly more nervous. Once again, he was slowly draining the small, remnant of hope that she still clung to as he gripped her small form tenderly.
"I'm t-tired, f-f-father... no-one will t-tell me an-anyth-ing...." the girl croaked pitifully as she slowly turned her head, twisting herself more deeply into her father's comforting embrace as her face nuzzled into his shoulder, bringing her voice closer now.
"I'm tired of not knowing..."
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Characters: Andre Winter (Hy'ur) / K'nahli Yohko (Miqo'te)
