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The trip from Drybone to the Forgotten Springs was mostly calm. K'luha spent most of her time completely knocked out from whatever the herb was K'haali gave her. No dreams, no thoughts, just a lot of sleep. However, to get from the Forgotten Springs to the tribe lands, it was a very bumpy Chocobo ride in the burning heat. K'luha for one, was thankful for the heat. For the return home and for her chocobo K'yori to be waiting for her at their usual spot. After the trio had loaded their remaining supplies onto their chocobos, well mostly Kweh and K'yori as Rhiki did yet have a saddle, they set off. K'luha couldn't take any more herbs as she would fall off her chocobo if she slept, but the ride was two days in the unbearable but comforting heat and excruciating pain in her hip that only grew worse. On the eve of the second day K'luha was grateful to spy the tips of their tents out in the desert. She ushered K'yori on and for a moment, forgot about her pain and ceaseless fretting about the location of K'ile. She was just glad to finally be home. Luha lead them to the edge of camp where a few huntresses were sitting, skinning and preparing the meat from a recent hunt. The familiar smells of home cracked a small smile on K'luha's lips as she half-fell and half-stepped off of her chocobo. "Finally home..." Luha sighed heavily, glancing back to Tahj and K'haali. "We'll have to go to the elders straight away... but I think we can introduce Tahj to some of the girls, don't you think?" K'luha directed this at K'haali, but smiled warmly at her niece. "How are you holding up? It'll start cooling down soon. Almost the afternoon." K'luha tried to cheer her up, as Tahj had not initially dealt well with the intense heat.

[align=center][/align] "I am not wrong K'ile." Yohko called back firmly. Even if K'ile didn't listen to him, it had to be said. "K'piru has killed many who might have otherwise lived and it is on your hands as well! You knew she would turn to this, and even so you told her! You should have waited! Then maybe they could have lived..." He turned his head to look towards his mother's body. He was not using her. He was bringing her out here for burial. Just like the other bodies. It was by chance he ran into K'ile and K'piru. And for once, he would speak his mind. But it was all for nothing, as his thoughts usually were. Unheeded, unlistened, dismissed; that's all his words had ever been. It was only ever through violence he achieved anything and that, that was why he never spoke. "If you had actually thought about anyone other than yourself and your lust for your brother's mate, maybe all our children and family wouldn't have had to die today. If you were as great as you think you are K'ile, you could have saved your brother. But you're not. And neither am I. But here's your big chance. You can finally have what you've always want. You can have K'piru. Go and run away with her. Run far away and never return, because that's all you've ever cared about is her. And while you're running get away from this place. I have my sisters and brothers and children to bury. We don't all have time to wallow in our pain. " K'yohko clenched his fists and turned his back from the two. It was too painful to look at them now. All they had ever cared for was their own little family. Had K'ile bothered to tell any of Thalen's other daughters that their father died? No. He had not. K'yohko had broken the news to the others. And who had helped Thalen's other mates with injuries and gathering supplies and cloth? Certainly not K'ile. There was nothing to be said. No words could accomplish anything. They were, in the end, useless. So K'yohko abandoned words once again and walked, leaving a trail of his own blood in the sand as he headed back to what was left of the camp. The bodies were beginning to attract Sandworms and Bloatflies, and K'yohko was not about to let the rest of his family be eaten by the because he was sad. If K'ile and K'piru wanted to rot in their sadness, then so be it.

[align=center][/align] The first hit did not phase K'yohko's tirade, but it did hurt him. And it made him aware that he could not simply ignore K'ile. Not if he wanted to live. He wanted K'ile to be punished for attaching another tribe member, but he did not want to die in the process. Or rather, he refused to die to that piece of walking refuse that called himself Thalen's brother. Thalen was a good man. K'ile was hardly a man to begin with. While K'yohko had never before had a problem with K'thalen or K'ile, he had always thought them a bit too full of themselves. He had always thought K'thalen doted on K'piru too much and the trouble their daughter K'aijeen had brought to the tribe boded ill to him. K'ile was worse than K'thalen, as he was not even fit to breed. A lazy arrogant Tia, but even still K'yohko had never made a comment. He had always treated them well, because they were family. But this was not what family did. They supported one another, not tried to kill them. They hung on to one another during difficult times, not sit down and let their kin die. K'yohko brought his forearm up to meet with K'ile's second fist, preserving his teeth and spoke on. Another forehead blocked the blow towards his nose, and he spoke on. K'yohko was a fighter by nature. He was stronger than K'ile by nature, or so he thought. He had fought the other Tias and Nunhs and prevailed and he had fought many things and prevailed. His pride rested well on his ability to fight, and his ability to put Tias in their place. Yohko's forearms bruised and cracked with every block to K'ile's punches at his face, but K'yohko did not break under the assault. The upper hand strike at his head caught Yohko off guard and it struck mightily at his already injured head. Pain crushed his body, but it did not quell his anger. His arms came up on impulse to protect his head and luckily, his hand got in the way of K'ile's attack to his throat. The deafening crack was not that of Yohko's throat, but of his right hand which broke messily and made bone stick out at awkward angles. In the disorienting pain, K'yohko was thrown backwards and tumbled down on the ground next to his dead mother. A moment passed and his eyes flickered open to see her face. Beautiful even in death was his mother. Her face was serene, as if it might have found peace with Azyema. For a moment, K'yohko wished that K'ile had indeed struck a fatal blow. Then perhaps he might have found peace besides her. But the moment passed and K'yohko rose to his feet again, bleeding from his head wounds and his hand, but alive. "I do not abuse K'piru. I can only speak the truth of what I see. I can see our family dying, and more than needed because of K'piru! You Thalens think too much of yourselves. It is not the Thalen Tribe, it is the Hipparon tribe! K'ile, I am your brother and my mother was as much family to you as your brother and K'piru! If I am not right to hold the title of Nunh, as a brother I would ask you to strike me down so I might not do any further damage to our family!" The rage had lessened from K'yohko's voice, but not from his eyes. His eyes which were stained red with the blood running down his face burned with the same fury he had yelled upon K'piru with.

[align=center][/align] K'yohko had not been expecting K'ile to lash out like he did, but then again he was not sure what he was expecting. The fist collided with his head painfully and he staggered to the side, pressing a hand to his temple. He could feel other head wounds reopening, but his anger far surpassed any pain. He could not pay attention to the pain, only to his anger. His head snapped back up to look fiercely past K'ile at K'piru. K'ile could not protect her from his wrath. No matter what violence he resorted to, K'ile could not protect her. "The only coward here is K'piru!" K'yohko shot back angrily, emotion for once fully possessing him. "I saved no one, but neither did you K'ile! You watched them die! Then you ran back to find comfort in your dead brother's mate! K'piru is just as much of a coward as both of us! She watched the rest of her family die, not caring for anyone but herself and her own pain!" K'yohko sharply moved to step past K'ile so he might speak directly to K'piru. He did not care for the flame-haired Tia. He did not care for K'piru's pain. He cared that she had let the rest of her own family die because she was selfish. "Thalen and your daughters are not your only family Piru! What about my mother? What about your nephew? What about the others? Or don't they matter? It's only Thalen and your damned daughters that matter? Kin-killer! Murderer! You murdered them! You let them die! You let your own family die because all that's ever mattered to you were your stupid daughters and Thalen!" K'yohko yelled at K'piru, the anger and rage in his voice twisting it to something that did not sound like himself. "Murderer! You're a murderer and a coward! The tribe has no use for kin-killers! If Thalen and your daughters are the only thing that ever matter, go join them in death!" The words were spit with such ferocity and hatred that K'yohko almost seemed possessed with them.

[align=center][/align] "Ah. I see." Was K'yohko's only remark for a long time, his head turned to focus on his own bow. It looked to be just fine still, not that he was particularly worried about his bow. There was silence save for K'ile's loud retrieval of his arrows. The winds brought the scent of more Sandworm, which meant some sort of pack was on the move. Probably following the big one. They would need to get out of the area to prevent a massacre. K'yohko glanced back to the giant worm for a few seconds. It was a fine kill. A shame for a braggart liar to be taking the victory for it, but then again, who would ever believe K'ile could take it down with arrows he couldn't use. "Then next time I shall leave it to you to take on such a foe. After all, putting myself at risk is foolish when a Tia could take it down alone." K'yohko's voice did not change from deadpan, nor his face move from stoic. Instead he simply walked past K'ile and back towards the tribe. "The one who killed it should remain with the body and bring it back to the tribe of course. See to it K'ile Tia." There was a faint emphasis on Tia before K'yohko simply walked away from the scene entirely.

[align=center][/align] "He's dead." The voice was flat and deep, a familiar voice but not a comforting one. Messy and singed purple hair stepped into sight from behind the large sand dunes. His face was battered and bruised and burnt, but most of it now had been bandaged to heal. K'yohko had always been a quiet man, a man who stayed away from people's personal affairs, so his sudden intrusion to what was obviously a personal matter was very unusual for him. Furthermore, it was not the form of K'yohko that appeared behind the two. He was holding a body in his arms, a body with scorch wounds and the smell of medical salves and magical fire and death. The nunh knelt down and placed the body on the ground, a body that quickly became recognizable as his mother, K'leeka. With a tenderness K'yohko had never openly displayed, her brushed his mother's clouded dead eyes closed and pushed a bit of her hair from her forehead. A gentle kiss to her forehead before he stood again. His hands that had moments ago show tenders, clenched into bloodied fists of rage. "Just like Leeka. Take a good look at her K'piru. Take a good look at my dead mother." K'yohko's voice wavered from its usual deadpan, showing glimpses of his torrent of emotions. A torrent of emotions not even K'nihqa had managed to soothe. His only consolation was that she was minimally injured and a few of the less experienced healers could tend to her. "I want you to look at her K'piru, because I want you to look at the people you've killed today." K'yohko continued, his voice cracking under the strain of holding it all back. The horror of Carteneu, the bodies of his fellow tribe members, of Thalen and his daughter, and now of his mother and so many others in his family. "K'leeka, K'eyrah, K'hodia, K'nirha, K'ali, K'hangi, K'lian, and should I go on K'piru?" K'yohko's voice had raised to an all time high as he spout out the name of every family member's body he was getting ready to bury. And he was going to bury them all around K'piru. So that she might sit in the middle and look at the faces of everyone that died because of her. "You could have saved them! You could have saved them all K'piru! And you did nothing." He spat the word at her like it sickened him. Furious violent eyes gaze down upon the pathetic woman with all of the hatred within him. By now his broad form was shaking with anger, and his face which had failed to emote in even the slightest bit for anyone but K'nihqa twisted into an ugly look of rage. He waited for K'piru's response. The nunh could give a shit about K'ile's presence. He was just another grain of sand in the ocean.

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[align=center]CHAPTER ONE; GRAVEYARD[/align] The sun was a bright burning eye high in the face of the blue sky. Naught a single cloud in the sky marred the perfection of that perfect blue. The sands beneath burned with the intensity of the eye, giving off waves of bending light, marring the otherwise perfectly still landscape. Across the dunes of this burning inferno a group of younglings trekked. Their footprints were the only thing telling where they might had come from in a sea of unending sand. All four had relatively dark skin and a similarly striking green eye color. All but one whom had mismatched eyes, one of green and one of blinding yellow. "Are we there yet Maka?" The girl with mis-matched eyes complained, stomping her feet dramatically in the sand as she walked. The group walked in a curving line with the dark haired girl with dazzling light green eyes at the front. Maka giggled from the front and continued to trudge through the burning sand, her bare feet moving quick to keep from blistering against the intense heat of the sand. "No, no. Not yet Luha. We'll be there soon though! I promise, it's totally worth the walk." The darkest haired girl at the front turned and began walking backwards, grinning at the others. Luha trudged on at the back while their brothers K'thrup and K'yhaega walked between them. Thrup seemed utterly uninterested in anything particularly happening, as he had simply be dragged along for the walk. Yhaega seemed only to be hot and somewhat tired. K'luha on the other hand was bouncing with excitement and frustration as she stomped through the sand after her siblings. "Ugh, come on Maka! We've been walking for like... ever already!" K'luha pouted, her youthful features puffing up to indicate her displeasure. She was perhaps twelve years old, though her chubby face made her look more like she was only ten. K'yhaega was the oldest at fourteen and unlike K'luha looked to be at least sixteen. K'thrup was eleven, and much like K'luha he looked to be even younger. K'makanee, or Maka was she was almost always referred to, was the youngest at ten years. All four siblings shared their moth and father; K'thajon and K'haaz respectively. And of course, neither parent knew about the foursome's little excursion outside of the tribe. During the morning's hunt, Maka had rounded the gang up and insisted she had found the coolest thing the other day while playing and thus they all walked through the middle of the desert in the middle of the day. "There, there! I see it!" Maka giggled gleefully as she climbed to the top a tall sand dune. She pointed a finger out over the horizon towards something K'luha and her brothers could not see. K'yhaega pushed his way past K'thrup and dived to the top of the dune to see it. Not to be outdone, K'thrup followed suit and dived on top of his brother with a loud 'oof'. "Hey! Letmee see! Let me see!" K'luha whined loudly. She stormed after her brothers and sister, running to the top of the dune but tripping in her eagerness to reach the top and tumbling over her brothers and sisters. In a somewhat comical manner, K'luha managed to knock all of her siblings off the top of the dune and send all three and herself rolling down the hill. Tumbling down, down, down, they kicked up a small dust storm as they went. As they finally rolled down to a stop more than halfway down the hill, the siblings coughed and slowly got their bearings. K'yhaega was first to recover, dusted in a light coat of sand and coughing but otherwise unharmed. "Luha, Maka, Ru! Are you all okay?" The eldest called out, squinting around the dusty sand pit. K'luha had landed a ways off, her fall stopped by a gigantic bone that was sticking out from the sands like a great spear. Her small body rested against it, similarly covered in sand like K'yahaega. He ran to her first and shook her frame furiously, trying to wake her up. "Luha! Luah wake up! Are you okay?" he begged frantically, afraid his sister might be dead. K'luha stirred slowly and lifted her head to look at him. "Nnngh... ow. Haega? Where's the others...?" Came the hazy mumble. Haega took a moment to breath out with relief before frowning and pulling hard on one of Luha's ears. "You idiot! You knocked us all down here! I am so telling mom when we get home." He grinned deviously as Luha yelped in pain and scrambled to make him let go. "Ow! ow! ow! That hurts Haega! Let me go! Let me go!" Luha cried, grabbing at her brother's wrist to try and free herself. "This isn't funny!" She added somewhat desperately. "Seriously Haega, you're such a jerk." K'thrup huffed, coming up from behind Haega and kicking him squarely in the back. The elder brother let out a loud 'oof' and let go of K'luha as he cringed from the sudden pain. K'luha took the moment to scrambled away and hide behind Ru, ears flattened to her head as she frowned at her elder brother. "Bully." Luha whined, her tail having found its way to hide between her legs. Haega stood after a moment and turned angrily on the two. "This is your fault Luha! You're so dumb." The eldest huffed and turned his back on the two irritably. The threesome stood quiet for a moment as Haega finally got a chance to look around at their surroundings. "Just... where are we anyway?" he asked finally, prompting the others to look around. Huge thick bones stuck out from the sand like claws, ripping through the sands like butter. The dunes had shifted in such a way that there was a valley between these two sand pillars. The entirey of the valley featured these thick sharp bones, both curved and straight in an eerie sort of graveyard. All three were struck silent taking in the sight. So high did the dunes and bones tower that the sand cast a shadow over the valley, creating a huge shaded area where the siblings had fallen. "Where's Maka...?" K'luha finally spoke up. The brothers looked to one another before glancing around the scene. "I don't know. She's got to be around here somewhere..." Ru mumbled nervously. The sand down here was cold and strange. Somehow it was almost like night, yet they could clearly still see the sun's burning gaze from the valley. It was.. disturbing to the siblings to say the least. The three stood in silence again, just looking about nervously before a soft groan caught K'luha's ears first; then Haega's and finally Ru's. "Maka!" K'luha yelled before pushing Ru aside and running deeper into what seemed to be some sort of forgotten graveyard. She had sworn she heard Maka's voice from further inside. "Wait! K'luha!" Ru yelled reaching a hand out to try and grab her tail and stop her, but she was too quick for him and instead he stumbled forward and fell. "Get up!" Haega growled, grabbing his brother by his collar and hoisting him to his feet. "And come on!" The eldest ordered before starting in a run after K'luha. Ru hesitantly followed, if only to keep Haega from beating him up or worse, from letting him beat up K'luha. As K'luha ran, spurred on by the sound of Maka's hurt voice, it seemed to somehow grow darker and darker. There were more and more bones and now smaller ones scattered among the giant ones. K'luha cried out as her foot stepped sharply through what seemed to have previously been an Miq'ote skull and it shattered to dust. "M-maka! Maka where are you!" K'luha screeched fearfully, stopping in her track as her foot now was hurting too much to keep running. "Here!" A young voice called out. K'luha spun around to see her younger sister laying against one of the larger bones. A few smaller bones had pierced through her side. Maka had her hand pressed against the wounds, which were mostly self contained and had yet to start bleeding. Luha limped over more carefully to her sister's side and sat down, mindful of the bones. Her hands, trembling, went to her sister's wounds and touched them. "M-maka... a-are you okay?" K'luha whimpered, her hands moving from wound to Maka's hands and grasping them. The younger sister nodded slowly and squeezed K'luha's hands tightly. She was scared. They both were. K'luha looked around the dark valley and realized her brothers weren't right behind her. Where then? A sudden yelp alerted her to their presence. There were a felt more cries and K'luha and Maka went pale. "I-i'm sorry M-maka!" K'luha whimpered softly, pressing her head to her sister's shoulder. "I-i love you. S-sorry..." Tears slipped down her cheeks as she waited for whatever was killing her brothers to come and finish her off as well. Minutes past and there was only quiet. No movement she could hear, absolutely nothing. "How long are you two doing to sit there and cry?" A mundane and stoic voice called out from the silence. It was deep and somehow familiar. K'luha looked up to see a familiar purple haired Tia looking at her bluntly. She could see plainly behind him were her brothers, their faces red with embarrassment and a few wounds on their chests. "K-k'yohko...?" Luha mumbled, shaking a bit as she looked to the elder Miq'ote. A faint smirk past his features as he straightened up and motioned back at the other two. "I saw you all sneaking out of camp so I followed. When you fell I attached a rope to a boulder and followed you down. Your brothers wanted to keep me quiet so you wouldn't get in trouble. They're fine." He explained briefly, the faintest hint of a smirk in his voice. His face held that same hint of a smirk, but it couldn't be plainly seen. K'yohko offered a hand to K'luha and with a swift movement helped her up. "Come on. Let's get everyone back to the tribe." He sighed, moving to pick up Maka carefully. "And your parents will be hearing about this."

[align=center][/align] K'ile was predictably hostile behind that semi-joking exterior. K'nahli's hostility was a little surprising. Usually the girl wasn't so... well then again this was concerning K'mih. Either way, K'yohko remained the same as he always did. He paused, listening to K'ile. The smallest of sighs escaped his lips and he looked back to K'nahli. Thankfully his daughter gave in with a submissive look and began the trek back to camp. At least someone listened to him occasionally. With the matter of K'nahli and K'mih finished for the time being, K'yohko turned back to the worm carcass K'ile had 'claimed'. "Very well." He answered, stepping next to the worm's mouth and kicking it further open with his foot. He stepped inside and ducked down, reaching in and with a firm pull, stepped out again with his arrow from the beast's mouth. More blood pooled down around his feet and he stepped out of the quickly pooling blood to clean his arrow in the sand. He did not need to say it to K'ile that his arrow was what killed the wurm nor that all of K'ile's arrows had only served to agitate the worm, and nothing else. K'yohko finished cleaning the arrow and tucked it back into his quiver. He sat down to clean his feet of the blood as well using sand. "You should learn to use less arrows for you kills K'ile. It is wasteful." Was the only thing he had left to say to K'ile in the same calm and composed voice as always.

Wow there kitty. Calm down. I think it's a rather silly policy as you can already emote spam into compromising positions for screenshots. Can they at least let me sit on the bed instead of the edge please? I am kind of happy about the emote though. Baby steps in a good direction!

[align=center][/align] K'luha beamed a little at her handiwork. It was good, wasn't it? Maybe she should go learn more arcane magic. Just for the sake of the tribe. And perhaps helping K'mana out with now her being the only healer and all... "Eh?" K'luha paused when K'ailia invited her to join the Garden? What was that about? What would the tribe do if they both left? Nonsense. K'luha shook her head a little and gave K'ailia a look halfway between a smile and a frown. "What? You want me to leave the tribe and live in the Garden? Are you trying to hook your mother up with your headmaster?" K'luha asked part teasingly and part incredulously. She shrugged and sighed before giving up with another shake of her head. "Alright, let's go. But seriously, there's nothing wrong with K'ile. You're overreacting K'ailia. And there's nothing wrong with mating either. If you're anything like me, you'd enjoy it. Let me tell you about your father and I..."

[align=center][/align] K'luha examined K'ailia's injured hand carefully. She was no good at healing magic like K'ailia... but she new a little bit from when they traveled to Limsa. Enough to work like a bandage at least. She never seemed to be able to get it to work on herself though. Still, she could use it on K 'ailia. With a soft glow of green light K'luha attempted a simple Physick spell to try and patch up her daughter's hand, even if it was kind of a amateurish job. Not totally satisfied with the spell, K'luha reached down to her shirt and ripped the bottom hem off in a long strip. Using the fabric she carefully and skillfully bandaged K'ailia's hand, finishing it off with a small knot. "There. That's better... I think." K'luha nodded before looking around her at the room. "It's a little big to look like our tent you know..." The mother sighed before standing and offering a hand to help K'ailia stand. "Home is going to feel a little emptier without you. But with the girls all grown up mostly and no new Tia, honestly I was thinking of having another child. Not sure I would mate with K'yohko again though. Of course, that leaves it to be rather problematic as K'yohko is the only active Nunh at the moment. Would it bother you if I were K'ailia?" K'luha glanced down to her daughter, a bit worried she might resent K'luha if she did such a thing.

203k. slot one. EDIT; Okay, talked to Ventus. It should have been over about two hours ago since they're on EST. I'm sure she'll get on and make an announcement about it later. But supposedly it should already be over.

hey wait. I think the bidding was over an hour ago. the RPC website's time zone says it's the 2nd as of 51ish minutes ago. EDIT; Maybe? idk. maybe we just keep bidding until she says stop?

201k for slot 1

151,000 on slot one. no you don't. mine.

TEMPTATIONNNNNN

HNGH. oh gawd I wanna bid for another spot now. so much beautiful art. ; n;

[align=center][/align] Well. K'ile was an idiot, but at least he was a dexterous idiot. With a surprising amount of dexterity, K'yohko watched the older Tia stab arrows across the might beast only to gracefully remove himself from being crushed as it fell. K'yohko lowered his bow and carefully slung it around his torso. That had ended better than expected. K'nahli, K'mih, and even K'ile were all alright. He was satisfied with this. Not to mention the dead worm. It would make a good meal for the next few nights. All sorts of things could be made from the beast's carcass, and the prospects of a bit of ease to the tribe gave him a quiet happiness. Of course, he would have to have some of the others help him pull it apart and take it back to camp. But that shouldn't be such a difficult thing to get help with. Even the young kits could help with that. Silent violent eyes glance towards the young pink-haired miq'ote as she spoke. K'mih was always so timid, he was not surprised that she stammered or had fallen to begin with. She somehow seemed more nervous than usual today though. K'yohko wondered if it had something to do with the interruption of their... gathering. Although, running was not something he usually saw her do. At least not from himself or especially not K'nahli. He wondered what it was that scared her away. K'yohko decided to speak with her at a later time. Perhaps learn some of those fears she was harboring to run like that. His gaze moved next to his elder daughter as she moved to give chase, only to remain still. Strange. Normally K'nahli would give chase to the ends of the earth for her beloved sister. Why was it that she did not do so this day? K'yohko tried to appraise what it was she was thinking. He could see worry for K'mih and agitation. Perhaps not initially with K'yohko himself, but at something else she simply was taking it out on him. No doubt if she were to grow angry and yell at him, K'ile would join in on the harassment. The Nunh closed his eyes for a moment, letting a soft breeze cool his skin. "I do not decide where my pray goes." K'yohko said finally, opening his eyes to look at K'nahli. There was no anger or irritation, only calm and soothing quiet. He did not need to explain himself to K'nahli. He did not feel the need to defend himself for only wishing to follow the vibrations as they traveled through the camp. "Go after her." he urged after a moment of quiet. "She needs you, as she always has. It would be beneficial if you were to inform some of the huntresses that the carcass is here while you are in camp."

[align=center][/align] It was somehow comical for K'ailia to talk about her mistrust of K'ile. Was she really so angry over a comment made offhandedly that he was completely incapable of following through with? Besides, if he ever did actually try such a thing K'ailia would have never had to worry as K'ile would be dead and they would both be exiled. There was no way she would let K'ile force himself on K'ailia, tribe sanctioned or not. Still, K'luha had to frown deeply when K'ailia punched a wall. What was it with Garden members and punching walls? She was going to punch that wall-head Ventus for putting the idea in K'ailia's mind. It was completley ridiculous that K'ailia could see why they were fighting now. K'ailia left her family and the tribe behind to 'save Eorzea'. She refused to mate because, K'luha had no idea why she was so against mating, and they had barely talked in the last two months! K'ailia was practically an outsider, not the same little girl K'luha put her heart and soul into. It was very disheartening to watch her grown up in a manner that was so counter to what K'luha had wanted for it. K'luha's ears bent back as K'ailia mentioned something bother her and running away a lot. Her daughter was more observant than she thought. Or perhaps, K'luha had just made it a little too obvious. Well... at least K'ailia hadn't turned into a complete bratty outsider. With a heavy sigh, K'luha knelt forward and took her daughter's injured hand. "Let me see..." she coaxed warmly, wanting to inspect the damage. "You're all grown up now K'ailia. You've changed so much in so little time. Of course we're going to fight. But I'm still your mom, okay? So if you feel like you need me, I'll always come." K'luha smiled warmly at the daughter and shook her head a little. "No one is going to get in the way of that. Not K'ile. Not the tribe. Not Ventus. No one. None of them can stop me from being here for you, okay? Like I said. I won't pick one or the other because you're both a very important to me. And don't worry about K'ile so much, okay? He's not going to take me away from you and he's not going to take your sisters away from you. He wouldn't try it, and even if he did I wouldn't let him. Alright?"

[align=center][/align] K'luha clenched her fists. She couldn't decide if she wanted to punch K'ailia or cry. There was a lot of those ambivalent feelings thanks not only to K'ailia, but that fool Ventus and the other fool K'ile as well. She would just as soon be rid of all of them than constantly be thrown through more emotional shitstorms. "Neither of us addressed it because it was a foolish statement he could never go through with, and you know it." Luha snapped back, clicking her tongue and narrowing her eyes at her daughter. "Was threatening him with death several times already not enough for you?" The elder miq'ote had to take a deep breath and a step backwards to cool her rising anger. "K'ile is not dangerous. Do you think I would be able to go back to the tribe and return your things to you if he wanted to sever all contact between us? Do you think he would have helped us in our first a few weeks ago, if he really wanted to drive us apart? K'ile is not the problem here, and I don't know why you insist that he is!" K'luha huffed irritably, the hair on her tail standing up in her anger. "K'ile and I have not had sex and you should know it. We are close. I enjoy his company but he is a Tia and we know the law of the tribe. K'ile is firstly, incapable of 'going after K'yohko' as you put it, because I am almost positive that K'yohko would put him down like a young kit. Secondly, K'ile has already expressed to me, numerous times, that he could not and will not be a nunh because he does not think he would make a good father." K'luha's tail irritably smacked backwards against the wall as she eyed K'ailia dangerously. Her daughter's serious lack of respect was starting to get on her frayed nervous. "If I wanted to break off communication with you I would have done so a long time ago. Every time you insist upon this nonsense that K'ile is trying something ridiculous or forcing himself on you and every time YOU, K'ailia, try to force me to pick what is more valuable to me you cause me trouble and pain! I refuse to choose between my family and my daughter because you are one in the same and that is that. And!" K'luha pushed herself off the wall and moved closer to K'ailia with a sparking anger filling her daughter's room. She was not going to allow herself to be manipulated by K'ailia, nor the outsiders, nor K'ile any further. "I am your mother. Speak to me with respect. I did not raise you to be so disrespectful, young woman. No matter how far above me you think that you are, no matter how your training sharpens your mind or senses, you do not treat me as lesser. If you wish me to leave your life then simply ask me to do so. I have already been wounded by you, I will not die if you do it again." K'luha snapped, her irritation and frustration towards the entire week's worth of nonsensical shit coming to a boiling point. She turned her back to her daughter and crossed her arms under her chest. She had to think for a moment. To calm herself. "As for Ventus, he still troubles me. I am glad at least, to know you have solved his mystery. He needn't worry or repent. He simply needs to learn control. I will... speak to him about to ease his mind on the matter. I fear the man would do something foolish in a meaningless act of repentance on my behalf." K'luha waved a had dismissively and sighed, releasing a bit of her anger finally. The long walk home would be very welcome. Alone was precisely what she wanted now.

[align=center][/align] So many feelings the same, and yet they were so different. Different people, different reactions she supposed. And yet, being the one who had always been there for K'ailia's every desire, every heartache, every injury... she somehow also felt a little used. Perhaps that was just what motherhood was? Would her first kit have been the same? Would they have only left the tribe together? It was no wonder to K'luha now why K'piru left the tribe. Such heartache... and to return home only to be reminded by her empty tent and the smiles and cries of the other children? It tore at her a little more every day. K'luha gave a heavy sigh and leaned back against one of the walls, her eyes drifting aimlessly to the ceiling. "K'ile is stupid. He could never force you to mate or have children in the tribe and you know it. Not to mention he will never be a Nunh. Have you forgotten those things K'ailia? Your purpose was not to pump out kits. Nor was it my purpose. I chose to have you K'ailia. On my own free will, and against the will of the tribe I insisted upon having you because I wanted a child...." K'luha trailed off, letting a moment of silence fall as she pondered her own ignorance as a young adult. Certainly older now, and maybe after all of this a little bit wiser. "I thought I had tasted loss when the Calamity struck. I thought I had tasted it when we lost our sisters and brothers and children. But I see now that I had not begun to fathom its bitter taste. I have made mistakes K'ailia. More than I care to recount and I am sure I will make more in days to come... but you have wounded me beyond my wildest imaginings. There is a rift between us now... Something that perhaps time will heal. Or perhaps not. Not only by your actions, but your words. I am sorry I cannot share in your joy of freedom."

[align=center][/align] K'luha was unsure of her decision the entire walk over. The more time she spent with the outsiders the more she felt like an outsider in her family. The more time she spent with family the more alien she felt with the outsiders. Was there no way for her to find a place in between? But, regardless... she knew what she had to do and sacrificing her own desires was more important. There were people who still relied on her... at least some people. As she stepped into the quarters K'luha felt somehow strange. She could not place what sort of emotions she was feeling anymore. They all seemed so mixed up and distorted. Carefully the mother stepped in and examined the desk and walls before looking back to see K'ailia spread out her bedroll and things. Azeyma's child... K'luha looked away. She could have laughed. She had already forsaken the tribe's tradition and Azeyma. What else could she forsake this day? K'luha had to hold her tongue. She had not made a mistake. The only mistake she had made was letting K'ailia go off to Gridania in the first place. She should have sent her to Ul'dah where everything was full of scum and filth and not the peace of the forest. But would that really have changed anything at all? 'No... it wouldn't...' K'luha thought sadly to herself. Her eyes fixed upon the ground she said nothing.

[align=center][/align] K'luha froze a bit as she felt a hand on her shoulder. K'ailia, why would she want her to stay anyway? The elder miq'ote glanced back around to her daughter and paused. An apology? That hardly covered the sort of hurt K'ailia had inflicted. A simple sorry? Was that supposed to fix everything? It stung again. Saying her own family was stupid. Maybe some laws were outdated... but there was a reason. There was a reason why they shouldn't be talking with outsiders. The offer to decorate her daughter's room. Should she take it? What would K'ile say? Obviously no. Well... perhaps not. But K'ile wasn't here. She had to make her own decisions... which she seemed to only make worse and worse ones of late. "I... m-maybe for a little bit." she smiled faintly, although it didn't feel genuine. It was terribly forced. But she was trying. For K'ailia, she was trying her best.

[align=center][/align] K'luha stepped nervously through Ul'dah. She had been there so many times before, but somehow it felt more nerve wracking then ever. It felt more hostile... more... sinister. Somehow going to Ul'dah that day felt like she was loosing, or maybe it was giving up an essential part of herself. She held a small bag of things... K'ailia's things. Things she would never see again most likely. Things for a girl who was her daughter, and yet not her daughter. A woman alive, and dead at the same time. Luha's lips were set in a small frown tight across her face, her ears flattened to her head. They hadn't budged from that spot since she left for Ul'dah that morning using the Aether to travel. The way home would be much longer... All to give away the last things left of her daughter. Entering the Garden, protected and sheltered inside she felt lost. But still she walked, occasionally stopping to ask where she should be going until she at last found her daughter dressed in red. K'luha could not smile at her daughter, or be happy to see her. She only felt a heavy sadness. Still, she waved remotely to signal her presence to K'ailia and moved to hand the bag over to her. "I got everything I could find from the tent. Your bedroll too... though I don't think you'll..." she paused, having almost said want it. "Need it here..." K'luha coughed awkwardly and shrugged. "The clothing you had is in there too and all of the things K'piru left in the tribe. Well, all of the things she gave you at least. And that's all..." Her mis-matched eyes looked to the ground and she reached up to tug on her ears, forcing them to stand up normally. It stung. Her daughter didn't... need or want her anymore really. That was what this entire ordeal said to her. K'ailia wanted to be with others. She wanted to save Eorzea. She could care less about saving her own people. Had she ever really cared in the first place. "I'll be going then if that's it..." K'luha motioned, moving to head back towards the door and leave. There was no point in prolonging this. K'ailia was gone and she was only talking to a ghost now.