The soft call of K'mih's voice would normally help pacify even K'nahli's most bitter of tempers, though unfortunately today that would not be the case. The infuriated girl pressed on without so much as turning her glance in her younger sister's direction. A mere wave in silent dismissal was K'mih's only reply. Admittedly, she realised that she would probably find herself apologising to the pink-haired miqo'te later on when everything had been settled and tempers were cooled, but courtesy was the least of her concerns right now. A number of other voices from curious spectators called out to the disgruntled archer at the same time though they too, fell on deaf ears. The rest was indecipherable to her as the small crowd gave in to whispers and speculation amongst each other with a lacking sense of discretion
It didn't take long for K'nahli to locate her father lolitering on the edge of the camp in the distance. His shady silhouette that burned itself into the cantaloupe horizon was instantly recogniseable even from afar, for his admirable figure was distinguishably tall, solid and powerful. His body language, or rather lack of, only confirmed the suspicions of those that would remain otherwise doubtful. She marched toward him with great determination, refusing to slow her pace in spite of the seductive idea to take her time and give herself the extra minutes that could be well put to use burning off her freshly brewed anger. The sinking sun gleamed brilliantly against the surface of her vibrant eyes as it slowly bid the land farewell in preparation for the ensuing darkness that lay ahead for the glowing sands and its humble inhabitants.
"K'yohko Nuhn!" K'nahli bellowed inconsiderately to the stoic hunter while ignoring the fact that he appeared to have been lost in a meditative state. She remained at a fair distance from her father, but close enough so that her call wouldn't rouse too much attention from anyone nearby.
"The elders would have you appear before them in their tent. Now" she spat her words rudely while making the message both clear and brief.
Without waiting for any acknowledgement, the girl turned her back on the man and began making her way back to the elder's tent on her own. It would only be natural for K'yohko to ask questions of course, thought it was with this in mind that she did so, for the ill-tempered huntress was in no mood for words.
Her abrupt departure would at least throw him off calling out to her. Or at least she had hoped.
It didn't take long for K'nahli to locate her father lolitering on the edge of the camp in the distance. His shady silhouette that burned itself into the cantaloupe horizon was instantly recogniseable even from afar, for his admirable figure was distinguishably tall, solid and powerful. His body language, or rather lack of, only confirmed the suspicions of those that would remain otherwise doubtful. She marched toward him with great determination, refusing to slow her pace in spite of the seductive idea to take her time and give herself the extra minutes that could be well put to use burning off her freshly brewed anger. The sinking sun gleamed brilliantly against the surface of her vibrant eyes as it slowly bid the land farewell in preparation for the ensuing darkness that lay ahead for the glowing sands and its humble inhabitants.
"K'yohko Nuhn!" K'nahli bellowed inconsiderately to the stoic hunter while ignoring the fact that he appeared to have been lost in a meditative state. She remained at a fair distance from her father, but close enough so that her call wouldn't rouse too much attention from anyone nearby.
"The elders would have you appear before them in their tent. Now" she spat her words rudely while making the message both clear and brief.
Without waiting for any acknowledgement, the girl turned her back on the man and began making her way back to the elder's tent on her own. It would only be natural for K'yohko to ask questions of course, thought it was with this in mind that she did so, for the ill-tempered huntress was in no mood for words.
Her abrupt departure would at least throw him off calling out to her. Or at least she had hoped.
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Characters: Andre Winter (Hy'ur) / K'nahli Yohko (Miqo'te)
