Clover

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Listening to Li's words, K'mih couldn't help but think about K'ailia and her passion for magic. That was what ultimately separated her from her family, wasn't it? "Is magic that bad...? I haven't... seen much of it, so I guess..." She looked back to the chocobo and started stroking his head again, her eyes and soft tone coloured with melancholy. "...I know nothing..."

Hahaha, I saw this! I was there, though I was afraid of getting a close look *laughs*.

*Amused*. Thank you for the screens! I'm glad to see F'yue being posted in this community, since he's an RPer too. He just can't RP in English, sadly.

Clover and Aina Vales. She gifted Clover the sailor top >_ I've been trying to get K'mih to 50, so I could take some new screens of her after a while. After so long, she's been able to enjoy the world again. She really does.

Wordlessly, K'mih could only watch as her father lowered himself on one of his knees, as he looked at her with the kind of warmth she hadn't seen in his eyes for so long. His hand searched for her then, just like his words did. But it'd been his smile, honest and unavoidable, what stole her voice and opened her eyes. That which she could be punished for had made her father smile. K'mih doesn't know if she smiled him back at that moment. Now, in the penumbra of her tent at night, she can't stop doing so. "Did anything good happen today?" Her mother asks kindly, curious after seeing her daughter in such a dreamy state. K'mih just nods, the memory of her father engraved in her mind like a secret that won't leave her curved lips.

It didn't matter how she'd already toyed with the idea of such an outcome; K'mih's eyes widened all the same at the mention of Li being her half brother. She felt the urge to smile, but something prevented her from doing so. Something didn't feel right. Albeit K'ile had allowed him into the camp, her father had displayed a strong rejection towards him. In fact, the boy's father had been an exiled Tia, a miqo'te who'd lost his honour and his right to come back to his family. K'mih knew the laws of her tribe. She knew Li would never be welcome here. After the initial surprise, her head turned to the chocobo, then lowered with disappointment in her eyes. She'd stopped stroking the animal, though her hand remained there. "They won't accept you..." she said in a barely audible voice, just for him to hear. [...] Outside the medical tent, K'rahto had been standing silently with an unfocused gaze. His head only turned when a certain female miqo'te caught his attention. K'nahli emerged from the tent, apparently in a hurry. So much that she didn't even seem to acknowledge his presence, or simply chose not to. At least it made it easier for the Tia to stare at her as she walked away, his expression unfriendly and serious as ever. Nothing was said.

Signed on both Botany and Conjury. I can't wait for classes to start!

The boy's explanation made sense in K'mih's head. Like her father, K'ile didn't seem fond of strangers either. Being harsh to them wasn't a surprising behaviour in the Tia, especially when a member of his own tribe was in danger. It was something else what truly caught the girl's attention. "Then... you were searching for us? Why?" Her eyes remained curious, her tone innocent. At least it was clear that, so far, this female in particular didn't come with hostility. She looked at him with almost unblinking eyes, perhaps expecting to hear a story about how he was actually her long lost brother, like her sister K'tahjha. Ah, but he was a Moonkeeper, wasn't he? There was no way he could be her brother...

K'mih's shy smile turned into a soft chuckle when the chocobo leaned into her touch. She stroke his yellow feathers with more confidence now, enjoying the softness under her fingers. Ahh, if only she could have her own chocobo! With her hand not leaving the chocobo's head just yet, she turned her gaze to the male miqo'te at the mention of K'ile. Her expression was a mix of curiosity and concern. "...What did my uncle do...?"

*Head explodes due to excessive cuteness* That's seriously cute, I second this! Even her name is adorable.

My impressions on people who do Titan weekly. In any case, the LS is a very good idea! Thank you for taking so much care of us EU players. I appreciate it.

The trip to the medical tent felt endless for the Tia. He didn't know if K'nahli was looking at him, or if the way he was carrying K'luha's board, careful as he tried to be, was still too rough and painful for the woman. He wouldn't look at either of them, his eyes focused on what was behind his back. An excuse, perhaps, albeit a very justified one in such circumstances. Once K'luha finally found herself in the safety of the tent, the Tia took a moment to breathe and pass a hand across his forehead. He wasn't tired, not really; it was just difficult to deal with whatever was troubling his mind. Serious, he looked at his elder sister K'zhumi. "Do what you must. I'll be outside in case you need me." There was nothing he could do there, after all, other than obstruct his sister's job. He didn't want to stay anyway. K'luha needed to rest and so did he. His eyes flicked toward K'nahli for half a second, before he made his way out of the tent. No more words were said, and none was needed. [...] "Xha'li?" K'mih repeated his name, studying the sound of it. She'd heard that Keepers of the Moon were different, but she'd never known much about them. There was a certain amount of innocent surprise in her tone, albeit this one didn't raise much. "You use your mother's name...?" As much as she loved her mother, she was proud of being known for her father's name. Nunhs were very important for the tribe as a whole; she couldn't imagine herself being named any other way. At the miqo'te's invitation for her to acquaintance his chocobo in a closer manner, K'mih seemed a bit nervous. She looked around carefully, wondering if it'd be alright for her to do such a thing. For good or for bad, there were no disapproving or angry looks she could find at that moment. The young miqo'te smiled shyly and stepped towards the chocobo and his owner. Her hand moved then, slowly, until her fingers did as much as graze the animal's head. The touch was insecure at first, as if fearing that the chocobo would react badly to her unknown scent.

There's an actual teacher in the Botany guild? My character is supposed to work there, so I'd find it awesome if she could get into any actual class! I'd also be happy if the Conjurer's guild got a teacher. That'd be especially good to take Clover's RP somewhere.

Some screens we took before yesterday's event, featuring Andre & Clover. The sky was blue, it was perfect.

Bump! It's happening soon, yes? I'm playing a small scene that happens before the event, but I hope to be there in some minutes, if I didn't mistake the time. Edit: Okay, I thought it was starting now, but I'm an hour early *laughs*. Better that than being late, I guess!

T-thank you very much! >_< Reading that makes me very happy.

Some screens of my own.

I've been saving up from the very beginning for a house, so those prices sound okay to me. So long as it's not more than that, I should be able to get a house for Clover *bounces*.

K'nahli's words softened right before K'rahto could snap again. The Tia took a moment to look at her as she asked what he wanted her to do, actually taken aback by the change in her arrogant attitude. All the hurry and aggressiveness he’d displayed a moment ago seemed to fade for that wordless instant, in which he simply stared at her with a weakened frown. He barely had time to regain his speech when a familiar and treacherous hand suddenly pinched his ear. K’rahto shut his eyes tight and made a pained sound. When he turned his attention towards his sister, embarrassment and annoyance were all over his features. “I was about to do that!” He groaned to both K’iara and K’zhumi, his pride hurt like many other times. ‘You won’t treat me that way when I become Nunh’, was his next thought, a forced form of comfort as he positioned himself to grab the board. He waited for K’nahli to do the same with the other side, albeit he avoided looking at her then. […] The pink haired miqo’te observed what the stranger was doing with obvious curiosity, fingers toying with each other behind her back. She watched how he walked to his pack, and she still stood in the same spot when he came back. Perhaps her stare could be unnerving, but she truly meant no harm. At his words, her expression seemed to sadden a bit. On countless times had she heard that the outside world was a dangerous place, full of dangerous people, but she was unable to mistrust that miqo’te. The boy merely wanted to feel welcome and have a place to spend the night at, what harm could he cause? He wasn’t being rude to her either, he wasn’t armed… When he talked to his chocobo, K’mih smiled innocently. She didn’t want to discuss threats or punishment; she wasn’t there for that reason. “Rin…” She repeated, looking at the chocobo. Truth be told, she’d always wanted to have a chocobo of her own, a friend she could take care of. Then, turning her eyes back to him, she said with a friendly –albeit slightly shy- tone. “I’m K’mih.”

The Tia's frown deepened. "Do you want to leave her there, then? Of course it's going to hurt, but it must be done." He stepped closer, making his intention to carry K'luha even more clear. All he needed was for K'nahli to step away. "Move if you're not going to help." [...] As K'yohko walked away and the huntresses seemed to lower their weapons, the foreigner returned to his chocobos, willing to do as much as spending the night in their camp. From the distance, a pink haired miqo'te looked at him. She waited a bit to make sure that the situation had calmed down, before she decided to approach the male. "Where did you come from?" K'mih's voice sounded from behind the boy. She looked at him with curious and innocent eyes, hands crossed behind her back. There was no visible threat in her attitude.

"Stay out." K'rahto's voice could be heard behind K'nahli, cold and even aggressive. The tense circumstances were added to his already unfriendly nature, making him curter than the habitual. He climbed the carriage as well, looking at an injured K'luha with a permanent frown. "I'll take her." It wasn't just that he was sick of the huntresses treating him like an useless Tia. He was truly concerned about the injured woman.

2-person mounts!! Dx11!! Can this game get more perfect? fgfdgdghfhgf Every news I read gives me a lot of hype. I just hope I'll be prepared for house system, since I really want to live in this game forever.

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?” 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.” 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…”

Finally! Allagan tunic! >///<