
K'yohko's mind was full of things his lips would never speak, his face would never show, and his body would never do. And all these things were forever masked behind an unchanged face of stone, cracked and chipped with the years of wearing, but still sturdy. The Nunh could stand the test of time until it swallowed him whole, but never would most of his thoughts leave that stone mask. They would die behind it and the wind would blow them away as if they were never there at all.
The older male waited with a patience tested for both his younger and elder daughters. For K'ailia, he waited for understanding. For K'nahli, he waited for tranquility. Waiting forever for things that may never come.
His burning violet eyes glanced up from K'ailia's form when the tent's flap opened. His elder daughter, she was supposed to be wiser. She was supposed to be so many things that she was not, and her deteriorating attitude after the Calamity brought only a word to his mind.
K'yohko stepped forward towards his elder daughter and looked down upon her in the way only a disappointed father could. His eyes were still burning dark beneath his stony face. With a swift motion many times practiced, his hand grabbed the back of K'nahli's shirt and he forced her down to bow to her Elders.
"You are not forgiven." The words were simple, blunt, but there was no hatred or anger in them. Only fact. "A moment is not five years. Now you will be silent and remain where I put you until you can be dealt with, K'nahli." Perhaps he had never spoken so many words at once to his elder daughter, as he was not a man for words, but there was a fire burning still in his chest that warranted for the release of some smoke.
His eyes turned swiftly to his younger daughter, whose lungs coughed and rejected her lessons. It was metaphoric, to say the least. K'yohko relinquished his grip on K'nahli and instead moved over to place a strong scarred hand upon her back. His eyes turned to K'deiki. To leave. And yet...
"I have proposal regarding K'ailia, but I would wish a moment in privacy with my wayward daughter first." This request was directed to K'deiki first, and then to his grandmother, and finally to K'ailia. All must agree to hear them before he would bother with the words for this.
The older male waited with a patience tested for both his younger and elder daughters. For K'ailia, he waited for understanding. For K'nahli, he waited for tranquility. Waiting forever for things that may never come.
His burning violet eyes glanced up from K'ailia's form when the tent's flap opened. His elder daughter, she was supposed to be wiser. She was supposed to be so many things that she was not, and her deteriorating attitude after the Calamity brought only a word to his mind.
K'yohko stepped forward towards his elder daughter and looked down upon her in the way only a disappointed father could. His eyes were still burning dark beneath his stony face. With a swift motion many times practiced, his hand grabbed the back of K'nahli's shirt and he forced her down to bow to her Elders.
"You are not forgiven." The words were simple, blunt, but there was no hatred or anger in them. Only fact. "A moment is not five years. Now you will be silent and remain where I put you until you can be dealt with, K'nahli." Perhaps he had never spoken so many words at once to his elder daughter, as he was not a man for words, but there was a fire burning still in his chest that warranted for the release of some smoke.
His eyes turned swiftly to his younger daughter, whose lungs coughed and rejected her lessons. It was metaphoric, to say the least. K'yohko relinquished his grip on K'nahli and instead moved over to place a strong scarred hand upon her back. His eyes turned to K'deiki. To leave. And yet...
"I have proposal regarding K'ailia, but I would wish a moment in privacy with my wayward daughter first." This request was directed to K'deiki first, and then to his grandmother, and finally to K'ailia. All must agree to hear them before he would bother with the words for this.