K’yohko’s answer was quick, firm, and proper, as expected from the Nunh. The girl would never know whether or not he was telling the truth, and it actually was better that way. His words had been what she needed to hear; they brought relief and comfort to her needy mind, so much that her innocent smile became more genuine for a moment.
He posed a new question then, still determined to get to the core of her troubles. Albeit K’mih’s expression remained mostly the same, her eyes travelled back down to the sand, pink tail moving nervously behind her back. A silent shake of her head was her first answer.
“I know father can’t have a favourite. I also know I couldn’t be the one, for you have many wonderful daughters.†Of course, in the girl’s mind, K’ailia was included in the list of wonderful daughters.
“I know you can’t have one… but I can, can’t I?â€
Her smile started diminishing until it disappeared. It was odd, but she could feel words flowing inside her throat, pushing to be finally freed. Keeping them inside for so long had been painful, and her father’s tempting offer had clouded her judgment. She could no longer see K’nahli’s angry face or hear K’ile’s threats. She only saw her father and the attention he was giving her; she only heard his promise of not being angry at her. K’yohko had always been an unreachable miqo’te, way above every other. The girl simply wanted to let him know how much she’d always treasured him.
“I’ll obey the next Nunh, but… to me, the best Nunh will always be you, father.â€
It was so simple, so easy. The sounds left her lips to flow with the wind, carrying meanings that could still be easily misunderstood or unnoticed, even if they meant a world to her. K'mih managed to raise her timid eyes and meet K'yohko's, head still slightly down.
“That’s what I told them…â€
He posed a new question then, still determined to get to the core of her troubles. Albeit K’mih’s expression remained mostly the same, her eyes travelled back down to the sand, pink tail moving nervously behind her back. A silent shake of her head was her first answer.
“I know father can’t have a favourite. I also know I couldn’t be the one, for you have many wonderful daughters.†Of course, in the girl’s mind, K’ailia was included in the list of wonderful daughters.
“I know you can’t have one… but I can, can’t I?â€
Her smile started diminishing until it disappeared. It was odd, but she could feel words flowing inside her throat, pushing to be finally freed. Keeping them inside for so long had been painful, and her father’s tempting offer had clouded her judgment. She could no longer see K’nahli’s angry face or hear K’ile’s threats. She only saw her father and the attention he was giving her; she only heard his promise of not being angry at her. K’yohko had always been an unreachable miqo’te, way above every other. The girl simply wanted to let him know how much she’d always treasured him.
“I’ll obey the next Nunh, but… to me, the best Nunh will always be you, father.â€
It was so simple, so easy. The sounds left her lips to flow with the wind, carrying meanings that could still be easily misunderstood or unnoticed, even if they meant a world to her. K'mih managed to raise her timid eyes and meet K'yohko's, head still slightly down.
“That’s what I told them…â€
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Clover Blake (Hyur) /Â K'mih Yohko (Miqo'te)
