A gentle yet sarcastic laugh escaped past the young huntress's lips once the tia had finished speaking. He was deliberately indirect judging by his choice of words, perhaps too prideful for his own good. His expression, she noticed, was eternally bitter and discontent, it almost made the young, true archer curious as to why he couldn't find it in himself to not see everything with such utter pessimism. She stopped herself with the thought however as the irony of her unspoken hypocrisy grated on her mind and urged her to, instead, return to the matter at hand.
"It wouldn't be unfair of me to feel insulted by this challenge, K'rahto. The conclusion is inevitable and with that in mind, there resides no true point" she spoke bluntly while returning her gaze out toward the sands. She was sure that even he knew there was no chance for him to emerge the victor in this case, yet even so he insisted on trying anyways. "To what end?", she wondered.
"But we're this far now..." she added with a faint, dissatisfied whisper, blinking slowly as she thought on the matter for a moment, still confused about everything that surrounded the challenge; the purpose, the predictable result... even the possibility that he was true to his words. After all, she was not appealing. How could anyone think otherwise of someone so bitter and resentful?
"Choose the challenges as you see fit. Speed, distance, knockout.... whatever pleases your level of skill more suitably" her voice broke the silence once more as she turned her back on the male to indulge in some stretches, hiding her face from him in the process. A small pang of sadness had ached her heart from the moment she had let her mind wander, and while she as sure it was not on display, she didn't want to take any chances.
In a way, she was like K'rahto. Too afraid to show weakness.
"It wouldn't be unfair of me to feel insulted by this challenge, K'rahto. The conclusion is inevitable and with that in mind, there resides no true point" she spoke bluntly while returning her gaze out toward the sands. She was sure that even he knew there was no chance for him to emerge the victor in this case, yet even so he insisted on trying anyways. "To what end?", she wondered.
"But we're this far now..." she added with a faint, dissatisfied whisper, blinking slowly as she thought on the matter for a moment, still confused about everything that surrounded the challenge; the purpose, the predictable result... even the possibility that he was true to his words. After all, she was not appealing. How could anyone think otherwise of someone so bitter and resentful?
"Choose the challenges as you see fit. Speed, distance, knockout.... whatever pleases your level of skill more suitably" her voice broke the silence once more as she turned her back on the male to indulge in some stretches, hiding her face from him in the process. A small pang of sadness had ached her heart from the moment she had let her mind wander, and while she as sure it was not on display, she didn't want to take any chances.
In a way, she was like K'rahto. Too afraid to show weakness.
![[Image: ecec20e41f.png]](https://puu.sh/xvMxb/ecec20e41f.png)
Characters: Andre Winter (Hy'ur) / K'nahli Yohko (Miqo'te)
