It was to K'yohko's relief that K'hai had met his daughter along the road. It meant she was traversing the Sagoli well enough, and she would soon return to wherever it was she was going to call her home. Someplace vastly different from the Sagolii, perhaps someplace with water. He hoped it would bring her happiness, although it brought him nothing but a deep sadness. He had to admit, he was interested in what K'hai made of the situation. In the past, K'hai he remembered as being a reliable Tia. Should things have gone differently, he might have made a suitable Nunh.
Yohko could see in the distance their prey. Two sandrakes, they looked to be more than just wild game however. They were battle geared with war paint and the thick stentch of the Amal'jaa. Were the Amal'jaa so close to their camp now? It struck K'yohko with worry that battle drakes would be so close. And on their own? Could it be a trap? But his thoughts on the presence of battle drakes was interrupted with K'hai's theory.
K'ile was a poison? Certainly he was... selfish and arrogant, more now than before the Calamity, but K'yohko had never thought of him as a poison. An extremely annoying uncle perhaps, but not a poison certainly. But K'hai's reasoning had never made K'yohko so angry in his life. That K'ile would actually dare to utter the words that he would force K'yohko's daughter to mate. That he would not stop K'ailia from returning and cared only for bringing back a feast!? A feast, and it all made sense. K'yohko had never thought the Tia would be so daring. He was a worthless Tia, and now a shamed one. That he would be so bold as to bring a feast to challenge him for the right of a Nunh when the tribe starved to death? And to be intimate with any female, he was as shameful as his brother K'zhuzu.
"Then I am proud of my daughter K'ailia for accomplishing so much with a magic we have no knowledge of." K'yohko replied quietly, his rage filling him completely and so entirely that it consumed him and made his voice very small and incredibly dangerous. "And K'ile Tia will never become a Nunh so long as I have breath. I will not accept it. I will never accept it. No Elder's wisdom can sway me in this matter. His transgressions are too deep, his ego too big. He does not understand the meaning and position of a Nunh. And I will not accept his challenge." K'yohko spat, as his anger rose his voice going quieter.
His eyes turned back out to look upon the battle drakes and he wondered if it was wise to engage them. If Amal'jaa could be near, it could turn out very badly for them. But his nose did not pick up more than the lingering scent of Amal'jaa upon the drakes.
Yohko could see in the distance their prey. Two sandrakes, they looked to be more than just wild game however. They were battle geared with war paint and the thick stentch of the Amal'jaa. Were the Amal'jaa so close to their camp now? It struck K'yohko with worry that battle drakes would be so close. And on their own? Could it be a trap? But his thoughts on the presence of battle drakes was interrupted with K'hai's theory.
K'ile was a poison? Certainly he was... selfish and arrogant, more now than before the Calamity, but K'yohko had never thought of him as a poison. An extremely annoying uncle perhaps, but not a poison certainly. But K'hai's reasoning had never made K'yohko so angry in his life. That K'ile would actually dare to utter the words that he would force K'yohko's daughter to mate. That he would not stop K'ailia from returning and cared only for bringing back a feast!? A feast, and it all made sense. K'yohko had never thought the Tia would be so daring. He was a worthless Tia, and now a shamed one. That he would be so bold as to bring a feast to challenge him for the right of a Nunh when the tribe starved to death? And to be intimate with any female, he was as shameful as his brother K'zhuzu.
"Then I am proud of my daughter K'ailia for accomplishing so much with a magic we have no knowledge of." K'yohko replied quietly, his rage filling him completely and so entirely that it consumed him and made his voice very small and incredibly dangerous. "And K'ile Tia will never become a Nunh so long as I have breath. I will not accept it. I will never accept it. No Elder's wisdom can sway me in this matter. His transgressions are too deep, his ego too big. He does not understand the meaning and position of a Nunh. And I will not accept his challenge." K'yohko spat, as his anger rose his voice going quieter.
His eyes turned back out to look upon the battle drakes and he wondered if it was wise to engage them. If Amal'jaa could be near, it could turn out very badly for them. But his nose did not pick up more than the lingering scent of Amal'jaa upon the drakes.
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