After what seemed like too short a time, the blue-haired huntress found herself outside of her destination, lingering within the long shadow cast by the tent of her elders' that loomed intimidatingly over her shrinking form. The group of curious tribekin whom had congregated outside earlier had since dispersed, probably having either lost interest with the lack of activity or, more likely, because they had been shooed off by the unimpressed occupants.
A bead of sweat formed over the girl's notably, anxious expression as she loitered for a moment in silence. Though the elders would likely not see her leave without sanction, it was not them that she feared most. The thought of seeing her father again made her feel incredibly uneasy, not to mention the fact that her sudden and unexplained disappearance will only have exacerbated the issue. Perhaps it would even have been seen as a voluntary act of defiance.
Swallowing hard, the girl slowly stepped forward and reluctantly passed through the tent flaps with a noiseless stride into the heavy atmosphere that awaited dogmatically within.
"Forgive me..." she whispered humbly while bowing her head in respect. She had chosen a moment where her entry would not interrupt any dialogue though it wouldn't surprise her if she was scolded for speaking out of place.
"A moment of weakness stole from me my sense of priority. I am entirely responsible.." she added coolly with a soft, despondent blink without lifting her head from the compounded sand that was carpeted beneath the tent.
Though she could not see her father, she could feel his dominating presence lingering further within. It made her so painfully uncomfortable. Like a parasite, it quickly leeched her already-weakened sense of control and collection away from her body. However, she was in the presence of her elders now. She could no longer shield her vulnerability and fear behind anger while she held them as audience. Her tiny existence before them was comparable to a thin sheet of glass that lay daringly in the path of an enraged primal. Fragile and weak - so very close to being broken.
A bead of sweat formed over the girl's notably, anxious expression as she loitered for a moment in silence. Though the elders would likely not see her leave without sanction, it was not them that she feared most. The thought of seeing her father again made her feel incredibly uneasy, not to mention the fact that her sudden and unexplained disappearance will only have exacerbated the issue. Perhaps it would even have been seen as a voluntary act of defiance.
Swallowing hard, the girl slowly stepped forward and reluctantly passed through the tent flaps with a noiseless stride into the heavy atmosphere that awaited dogmatically within.
"Forgive me..." she whispered humbly while bowing her head in respect. She had chosen a moment where her entry would not interrupt any dialogue though it wouldn't surprise her if she was scolded for speaking out of place.
"A moment of weakness stole from me my sense of priority. I am entirely responsible.." she added coolly with a soft, despondent blink without lifting her head from the compounded sand that was carpeted beneath the tent.
Though she could not see her father, she could feel his dominating presence lingering further within. It made her so painfully uncomfortable. Like a parasite, it quickly leeched her already-weakened sense of control and collection away from her body. However, she was in the presence of her elders now. She could no longer shield her vulnerability and fear behind anger while she held them as audience. Her tiny existence before them was comparable to a thin sheet of glass that lay daringly in the path of an enraged primal. Fragile and weak - so very close to being broken.
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Characters: Andre Winter (Hy'ur) / K'nahli Yohko (Miqo'te)
