K'nahli

K'nahli's dejected gaze briefly flicked toward K'rahto as he suddenly came into view from behind the dune she was climbing. She analyzed him for a very, brief moment as he stood atop the delicately-carved mound of sand. His small silhouette that imprinted itself against the fading colours of the Sagolii sky appeared strong yet simultaneously it echoed his youth and inexperience, at least when compared to the likes of a nuhn or an older tia. Her gaze upon him only lasted a mere second or two before it returned to look past him again, proving silently that there was no interest or surprise to greet his arrival. Feeling assured that she understood why he was present, she paid no heed to his sudden and loud call out to her. He fell silent for a few moments until she quickly drew nearer, her steps closely tracing the light shadow the cast down toward her over the soft, surface of the dune's slope much like a helpful path that guided her along. K'nahli, in her disinterested state, remained oblivious to the fact that he had noticed her otherwise obviously, distressed appearance. Her traitorous, reddened eyes, had been completely forgotten in her moment of anger, leaving the girl to instead believe that he had simply been waiting for her to come closer so that he may address the rest of his message to her more discreetly, given K'tahjha's presence. "I am aware. I am returning now" she spoke bluntly when K'rahto anxiously explained that her father and the elders were still awaiting her return, though her tone was neutral and lacking her usual essence of anger. When K'rahto would whisper something further however, she offered no response. It was as though his warning was irrelevant to her interests or concerns. Her expression didn't hint even the most subtle of changes. Such things were only inevitable given her sudden disappearance and behaviour less than ten minutes prior. She had only taken a few steps past K'rahto when her tail was suddenly yanked painfully backward. The action had almost caused the girl to lose her footing in the loose sand as she stumbled backward a couple of steps across the top of the relatively, small dune that lingered shy and away from the distant titans that stood proud and tall like idols of the desert sea. An infuriated K'nahli quckly spun around with vengeance burning harshly in her radiant eyes that eagerly searched for the culprit. Her gaze initially threw itself upon a surprised looking K'rahto while her fists clenched tightly by her sides, trembling vigorously as they struggled not to launch into the male with an unwarranted assault. That was until her sister, whom had quickly closed the distance, began yelling. K'nahli's eyes widened in shock. Did this person, this stranger... this outsider really pull her tail? When she was in such a clearly, disturbed state? The rage churning inside the blue-haired huntress seemed to blur her vision and dampen her sense of hearing as the girl before her continued speaking. K'nahli's thoughts began racing wildly with anger, causing her to remain oblivious to K'tahjha's quickly softening expression and words that offered only peace and consolation following her abrupt actions. All she could see was an arrogant, young miqo'te. A miqo'te who thought she had quickly earned herself a place amongst the tribe and the right to call herself family. Reason had been stolen from her mind amidst her stifling anger, all rationality has been ripped away. With a quick stride, K'nahli brought herself immediately behind K'tahjha as the girl began heading toward the camp. A rough shove across her shoulder spun the young girl back in K'nahli's direction enabling the maroon-eyed huntress to fire a claw-like grip violently into K'tahjha's exposed neck that held her in place effectively. K'nahli's face drew in close as she brought her burning eyes to stare deep into K'tahjha's soft infusion of beryl as she hissed her next words menacingly. "You have some nerve, girl." Her words were like iron as they drew out haltingly from her throat. "Allow me to make this perfectly clear for you. I don't like you. I will never like you, and I expect you never to speak to me again beyond absolute necessity" K'nahli spoke solidly with an unfaltering glare of complete contempt before releasing her grip on the girl with a slight push backward in the direction of K'rahto. "Stay the hells away from me" she sneered irritatedly while turning back on her to once again briskly make her way back to camp. Only moments ago, her anger directed towards K'tahjha came with an unspoken feeling of guilt and regret. This however, was not the same. "See to it that she isn't preyed upon by a Sandworm, K'rahto" were the girls final words before falling out of earshot.

Well ; I'd prefer Naira since she is shy that that would excuse my lack of creativity and OOC shyness but someone else would like to play her and I am having second thoughts about being able to fulfill Caurë's personality. So I will withdraw the offer but thank you in any case ^^

Wahhh, I would love to play either Naira or Caurë >w

K'tahjha's arms wrapped around the maroon-eyed girl warmly. The young miqo'te, despite only recently arriving to and becoming part of their family, was undoubtedly a remarkably, tender soul. Her lack of familiarity with K'nahli did not hinder her efforts to try and comfort and perhaps aid the cold-mannered archer, even in spite of their initial meeting - one which appeared to lack a great deal of interest on K'nahli's part. It was something K'nahli however failed to comprehend, though at the same time, she felt an odd sense of nostalgic, familiarity while lingering on the thought. K'nahli's arms, having not yet accepted the hug offered by the girl hung awkwardly away from her. Like a confused animal she stood there with her arms stretched out past K'tahjha as if she didn't understand what was happening. It was a form of greeting that K'tahjha seemed fond of and, in truth, was only natural for those who didn't dedicate themselves to concealing their emotions. Blinking a couple of times to clear her watery eyes, she slowly began to reign her arms in, bringing them to a synchronous close much like two closing doors that were carefully being drawn shut. Suddenly, however, her arms stopped mere inches from Ktahjha's back. As if possessed by another being, K'nahli's expression immediately grew more fierce and with a swift movement, she slipped her arms back from under K'tahjha's and promptly thrusted herself away from the unsuspecting girl. "I am not a case to be pitied!" K'nahli spat toward her angrily, demonstrating her unfailing ability to find the negative in even such soft displays of concern. Her stance alone revealed nothing short of a defensive state of mind as she subjected her younger sister to her wrathful stare. The eldest girl's glassy eyes that had glared back into K'tahjha's softer hue of beryl darted away in retreat disdainfully. She glanced down toward the fading, vibrance of the desert sands absently before bringing an arm up to greet her eyes, briskly rubbing them clean and drying them of all lingering hints toward impending tears that blinking alone failed to eliminate. She exhaled sharply before returning to look back at her sister. K'tahjha, the mysterious young archer from Gridania, raised in an orphanage and member of the fabled archer's guild, she was so innocent and naive, tender and caring. K'nahli didn't need to be informed that the reaction was completely uncalled for, but the stubborn girl couldn't bring herself to admit it to someone who was still too 'new' to be thought of as anything much more than a stranger. "....I'm heading back now..." she finally added with a more hushed tone, though her misguided irritation was not concealed completely in the way she spoke. She began walking back toward the camp, leaving her sister behind though naturally expecting her to follow behind. K'nahli couldn't expect K'tahjha to understand that she was not mad at her, after all she didn't know her well enough. If she were to also reflect on their first encounter too then perhaps she may easily get the impression that either K'nahli dislikes her or that she is simply a sour individual. She felt sorry for her ill-acquainted, younger sister. She wanted to apologise, to tell her that she did nothing wrong in either case, that it was bad luck on both their parts... but she couldn't.

The sudden touch of K'tahjha startled K'nahli, though this time she managed to retain her composure. The soft hand that placed itself tenderly over her shoulder offered a faint sense of reassurance before any words were spoken. Her body reacted only with the slight perk of both her shoulders and ears. Her eyes opened a little wider with both hope and shy expectancy, assured by the fact that only one person would be willing to come after her and that that person was who stood considerately behind her now. "K'mih....?" K'nahli called back to the girl before turning to look directly at her. Her expression lightened for a moment but quickly faded again upon seeing that it wasn't who she had assumed it was. "Oh....K'tahjha..." her voice trailed off with a mild sense of disappointment. Her softened, maroon eyes glazed over as they slowly lowered and escaped to look away to the side, avoiding eye contact with the girl whom she had barely acquainted herself with. "Wh-...Why are you here?" she inquired solemnly, no longer trying to continue with her vain effort of trying to conceal her sadness.

K'nahli didn't get very far before her forgotten sense of fatigue from the long day of work had finally caught up to her. Coming to a gradual halt in between a number of towering dunes that shielded her from view of the camp, she lurched forward over herself and began breathing heavily while promptly latching her trembling hands on to her knees tightly to anchor herself in position as she did so. The young girl's crimson gaze, once firm and direct was still unfamiliar, remarkably wide with shock while they frantically eyed the apricot-tinted sands below her feet fearfully. After a number of deep and much needed breaths, the refreshing air poured in and filled her lungs pleasantly as she slowly brought a restless hand up to greet her throbbing temple. She felt so incredibly foolish, though it was for a multitude of reasons. Her own rationality insisted that she had overreacted, that she had read too deeply into a scenario and responded with an unjust emotion - a convincing concept considering her unrivaled ability to quickly jump to a state of agitation or even rage. Though her lack of confidence would not allow such a thought to win over her mind so easily. "What ifs" continued to plague her thoughts with unyielding determination. The stress alone was enough to make the girl feel sick to the stomach. After a short while, her expression finally began to slowly grow softer into one that reflected an appearance of mere sadness. The tips of her fingers massaged across her temple soothingly though they offered little comfort to her mind. Taking only moment to relish in the tiny relief, she brought herself back up to a normal posture and allowed her mournful eyes to travel upward from her feet to stare out across the vast, darkening desert before her with lingering sense of melancholy. She couldn't deny that the idea was tempting. Surely it was the least she could do for her family. A small gust of evening wind infused with tiny grains of sand rolled over the dunes toward her and brushed across her fragile face, causing her hanging locks, tied with ornaments to flutter lightly across her face. With it however, came an opposing thought. Wouldn't she be as bad as K'ailia? Wasn't this in a way, even more selfish? Unlike her estranged sister, K'nahli actually served great value to the tribe in the same way that every huntress did. Yet K'ailia, despite the expectation and her repeated disappearances leading up to her final departure, was the victim of brutal and a most bitter welcome. Wouldn't a young huntress that displayed discipline and aptitude when it came to catching, slaying and preparing food be a more troublesome loss? Even if no-one missed K'nahli, the loss of extra help, given the tribe's dwindling state, would surely be problematic. What would her decision be? The slow, thumping of her heart beating against her chest seemed to amplify itself until all other sound was eventually drowned out beneath it. It was partly for this reason that the steps of an approaching female remained unheard to the young archer as she lay lost within her silent moment of thought.

Rp'ing them cat-like would turn the character into something very comedic I think since they have very few attributes that make the such. All I do is describe my character's ear and tail movements which has little to do with the fact they are cat attributes but actually because they are simply a part of her. Other than that I gave her a respectable level or perception across all of her senses.

Prior to the incident, K'nahli could well have admitted to herself that she had since been uncomfortable bearing so much as a single thought toward her father ever since that day with K'mih. Neither would she have denied that her anger toward him, though unfair to the oblivious nuhn, could have manifested itself in the way that she spoke to him had she ever found herself in a situation where conversation was even required. However, the situation with K'ailia and K'takka had momentarily blinded her from her own petty grievances with her father. Her tone and disrespectful manner of calling out to him in this particular instance was purely misdirected; even K'mih had been on the receiving end of her frustration, though to a less volatile extent. It was for this reason especially, that K'nahli had not anticipated what would happen next, in spite of hearing her father's naturally long-strided pace breaking the sands beneath his weight as he approached briskly from behind. When she was suddenly grabbed and pulled backward without warning she let out a soft gasp in surprise. Her vibrant eyes grew wide with shock and momentarily stole her mind from the cauldron of angry thoughts that bubbled and boiled insider her head. Before she had time to assess what had happened she was face to face with her father. He held her uncomfortably close, his massive form easily overshadowing her while he gripped her harness in such a way that caused it to constrict itself over her throat and slightly impede her breathing to the point that she let out an almost inaudible wheeze. Normally, K'nahli would respond to such behaviour defensively by immediately resolving to free herself from her captor's grip and aggressively demanding to know what they thought they were doing. K'yohko would have been no exception to this, especially since the incident involving K'mih. However, K'yohko was not the man she knew in that moment. It took only a second for her to suddenly fall submissive under her father's disgusted glare. Within the depths of his eyes, she discovered a powerful radiance of anger, an emotion that she had not even once been familiar with coming from her father. It was disturbing, even frightening. "You disappoint me, K'nahli." His words, though simple and fueled presumably through momentary agitation, had an unprecedented impact on the young girl. She quickly grew weak under his grip and timidly returned his enraged stare with wavering, glassy eyes that echoed her deepening sense of fear in that moment as she lingered like a corned animal that cowered before a ravenous predator. It was a surreal feeling, one that had been alien to her for such a long time. Not since since K'yhaega's passing had she ever feared so much for her own well-being. "......" She couldn't force herself to speak. No words came to mind and even if they did, she doubted she had the will to speak them while she was being subjected to her father's oppressive stare and dominating presence. With an eventual and careless flick of his wrist he tossed his eldest daughter aside, causing her to stumble backward a couple of steps away from him. Following that, he paid her no further heed and quietly continued toward the tent, alone. She watched him with great anxiety as he abandoned her behind him, her body frozen and clenched fists raised protectively over her chest as though she feared for her own safety. Despite her anger held for the man, despite the heartache it caused her to imagine K'mih hoping to choose him as as potential mate, she knew deep down in her heart that she still needed his love and respect. K'mih had always been her loving sister whom had continued taking care of her - even when everyone else had forgotten - during her weakest moments, but K'yohko.... as much as it pained her to admit it, he was all she could have ever wanted in a father. Admirably collected to the extent that those in his presence would feel assured that he always had the answers and remained entirely in control even when faced with great danger. Enviably strong, granting him an aura of power that would leave him appearing nothing short of indestructible at least in the eyes of his daughters. Passionately understanding, usually knowing when to speak and when to remain silent, and in the case of the former, having a tendency to say the right things. He was her rock, a strong and powerful warrior whose skill and prowess she could only hope to faintly shadow in years to come. Why was it only now that she was realising these things? Had she been taking him for granted? Taking his love and patience too lightly? And yet, now she was nothing but a disappointment to him. Though how could she blame him? Her behaviour over the years had called for nothing short of that response and more. Her eyes dipped down to the ground in total defeat. The time had finally come, the time when even her father had appeared to be losing interest in tolerating her. How long would it be until K'mih felt the same way? A thin film of water slowly coated over her eyes, blurring her vision as her shoulders slumped low in defeat. What had she to offer anyone? The past five years she had done nothing but feed off of the kindness of those who remained true to her. And to what end? Until she had dried up their patience entirely and made them unhappy simultaneously? The sand crunched beneath the fragile, young girl as she dug her rear foot heavily into the ground with a short step backward, followed soon after by another, until finally, she was turning and running away. Where or why she didn't know herself. She just kept running.

The soft call of K'mih's voice would normally help pacify even K'nahli's most bitter of tempers, though unfortunately today that would not be the case. The infuriated girl pressed on without so much as turning her glance in her younger sister's direction. A mere wave in silent dismissal was K'mih's only reply. Admittedly, she realised that she would probably find herself apologising to the pink-haired miqo'te later on when everything had been settled and tempers were cooled, but courtesy was the least of her concerns right now. A number of other voices from curious spectators called out to the disgruntled archer at the same time though they too, fell on deaf ears. The rest was indecipherable to her as the small crowd gave in to whispers and speculation amongst each other with a lacking sense of discretion It didn't take long for K'nahli to locate her father lolitering on the edge of the camp in the distance. His shady silhouette that burned itself into the cantaloupe horizon was instantly recogniseable even from afar, for his admirable figure was distinguishably tall, solid and powerful. His body language, or rather lack of, only confirmed the suspicions of those that would remain otherwise doubtful. She marched toward him with great determination, refusing to slow her pace in spite of the seductive idea to take her time and give herself the extra minutes that could be well put to use burning off her freshly brewed anger. The sinking sun gleamed brilliantly against the surface of her vibrant eyes as it slowly bid the land farewell in preparation for the ensuing darkness that lay ahead for the glowing sands and its humble inhabitants. "K'yohko Nuhn!" K'nahli bellowed inconsiderately to the stoic hunter while ignoring the fact that he appeared to have been lost in a meditative state. She remained at a fair distance from her father, but close enough so that her call wouldn't rouse too much attention from anyone nearby. "The elders would have you appear before them in their tent. Now" she spat her words rudely while making the message both clear and brief. Without waiting for any acknowledgement, the girl turned her back on the man and began making her way back to the elder's tent on her own. It would only be natural for K'yohko to ask questions of course, thought it was with this in mind that she did so, for the ill-tempered huntress was in no mood for words. Her abrupt departure would at least throw him off calling out to her. Or at least she had hoped.

K'nahli scowled angrily in response to K'takka scoldings. She could feel her subdued rage churning in the pit of her stomach and pumping unsavoury thoughts into her head, urging her to snap back and defend herself from the old woman's spiteful wrath. Her fists clenched tightly shut by her sides until her palms grew sore and begged for her relent. With K'takka having returned to the cooling embrace of the tent's protective shade, K'nahli silently turned on her heels and proceeded away in the opposite direction to fetch her father as instructed. The situation bothered her greatly. She was not one whom had much affiliation with the elders under negative circumstances and she knew that remaining humble and respectful wouldn't be an easy feat should her patience be tested. Her expression grew even more fiery and aggressive, as was natural for the girl. Though this wasn't tolerable. She needed to calm down.

The sudden sensation of the K'taka's leathery fingers wrapping around K'nahli's arm without warning had unpleasantly surprised the unsuspecting girl. The elder was promptly greeted with an expression of timid shock as the young girl suddenly whipped around and was momentarily frozen by her captor's icy glare. Blinking a few times, K'nahli began gently tugging her arm away to try and release it from the uncomfortable bind of K'taka's grip and back to the safety of her own person. She took care with her movements not out of fear of injuring the former huntress nor because it would be a hideous display of disrespect were she to rip it away defiantly, but rather out of an unexpected show of anxiety. It took only a few seconds, however, for that feeling to gradually slip away, though there was no hiding the persisting apprehension that lay quietly in the depths of her eyes. "F..-ine, I'll get him.... but what does this have to do with me? K'ailia bears information relevant to our firedancer and claims that he was the one who instructed her to return. Turning her away so recklessly would be beyond foolish." K'nahli spoke defensively though perhaps a little too bluntly for her own sake. Her crimson eyes quickly lowered for a brief moment as the realisation came over her; albeit, she didn't regret her words. She respected her elders but was not ready to allow herself to be bullied by them.

K'nahli's sharp eyes followed her younger sister silently as she paid humble respect to those who offered her a bitter reception. Her hawk-like stare observed K'ailia carefully while taking careful note of her body language and the tone of her voice. The young miqo'te's behaviour was peculiar and alien to that of the girl she had once known; one that playfully roamed the golden sands around the camp, seeking out anything and everything she could to climb for her mindless amusement. Though K'ailia's intentions escaped the quiet archer, her reply had more than sufficed to convince her. "No need" K'nahli finally answered with a slightly softer voice. A slow blink concealed her fiery gaze as it flicked back toward her fellow tribekin to briefly analyze her sisters' mixed impressions on the situation. The younger girls merely met K'nahli's gaze and quietly submitted with anxious expressions while the few and older of the huntresses on the other hand didn't appear quite as convinced. "You may enter... If any trouble comes from it then I will claim fault" K'nahli added with a subtle gesture of her head to signal K'ailia to follow her inside. No sooner had K'nahli turned around, however, than she was met with with an opposing and hostile opinion. "You have no right to decide that on your own, K'nahli Yohko" the voice of an older huntress snapped at her while revealing a grossly, offended expression. "You are merely creating exception for your blood. I see no reason why we should openly allow her kind to walk on our grounds after she turned her back on us so willingly" K'nahli returned the woman's angry stare for a moment though offered her no verbal reply. Her hand which had discreetly extended itself backward in search of her sister's firmly grasped it the moment K'ailia had come within reach, serving as a token of her assured security as she commenced escorting her protectively into the camp. While maintaining her glare on the older huntress, she briskly walked forth and passed through the group, the younger of whom hesitantly divided before her to provide clear passage for the siblings. Having left the group behind, K'nahli pressed on without releasing K'ailia's hand. She offered her neither conversation nor as much as a simple glance as they passed by curious onlookers, some of whom immediately recognised K'ailia as an outcast and others whom paid the situation no special heed. "Some of these younglings are getting too arrogant for their own good.." the older huntress sneered irritatedly to her companions alongside her, not allowing her eyes to fall away from K'nahli as she marched on forward with her rogue sister toward the Elders' tent. "It won't be long before they find themselves reminded of their place" she snorted as a final remark before departing from the group to return to her own business.

The sudden scurry of feet thumping across the compacted sand caught the weary girl's attention on her way back to her tent after having concluded her chores. Her maroon eyes were quickly carried back over her shoulder with the gentle tilt of her head to investigate the reason for the sudden commotion. Her sisters, a small number of the tribe's young huntresses, had their weapons drawn as they defiantly barricaded entry into the camp in order to deny access to an unseen visitor. "Not another step!" [align=center]"You're not welcome here, turn back now!"[/align] "Return to your Ul'dahn masters!" [align=left] "Don't test us, outsider..." [/align] In spite of the vicious declarations, the aggressive scene did very little toward alarming the young archer. Instead, sheer curiosity was the sole reason that she found herself slowly approaching the rowdy gang with ears perked slightly hinting her intrigue. Pushing past the huntresses she quietly made her way to the front of the group only to behold a very, unexpected sight. "...K'ailia...?!" K'nahli retorted in sheer disbelief while cocking an eyebrow. K'ailia; K'nahli's estranged, younger sibling whom had denounced her position as a tribe member quite some time ago to embrace the life of a more modern and civilized Eorzea stood idly before her with a expression that boasted adamance and conviction. Her sage eyes met with K'nahli's stare in a moment's silence as an uneasy audience loitered anxiously behind, exchanging uncertain glances and quiet whispers. "...What.....why are you here?" K'nahli finally spoke after having overcome the surprising, unannounced appearance of her younger sister. Her gaze remained firm and direct as she tried to conceal unnecessary emotions and remain true to tribal law. If K'ailia thought she could just walk back into the camp as if nothing had ever happened, as if her decision to turn her back on her family in exchange for her own selfish pursuits had quickly been forgotten, then she had yet to outgrow her naivety.

May as well post these here since I haven't done any edits in a while. These are minus the dialogue since it won't make much sense without the context. So to keep it simple... K'nahli asking me not to say something embarrassing for her Me not obliging... (forgot to blur the second but oh well)

.............. ...................... .......K'nahli is super excited about finally getting to meet Endemerrin....... Oh my.

Thats quite late but I could try. I'm afraid I woudn't participate in the mumble chat though for I am painfully shy of such things ;;;

K'nahli confirmed ^^/

K'nahli breathed a soft sigh of relief upon beholding that her arrow had indeed succeeded in the trial of distance. Her hand, having now ceased its trembling, found its way over her still-racing heart and rested against it firmly in attempt to help subdue its racing rhythm. A gentle smile formed as she found contentment with the result. Her anxiety had now dissipated entirely. She didn't owe anyone anything. Her eyes flicked over to the tia as he declared her evident victory in a subdued and defeated voice. His tone and posture, however, granted a strange feeling upon the girl. Earlier, when she was assured of her own imminent victory, she imagined herself scolding the male afterward for wasting time with a weapon he had no intention of giving proper use and denying his true skill of spear-wielding further training. She imagined telling him that his immature attitude was the true reason that she would show no interest towards him holding the title. A nuhn should be calm and collected, wise and unbiased. He had yet to shed away the encumbering shadow of his past and take a step towards that path. This was why she would not support someone like him. Instead however, she found herself wallowing in a discomforting cocoon of her own guilt. She insulted him and made him feel like nothing when he had braved to finally take the opportunity, that had clearly agonized him for some time, to show his weaker side, something even she could not find herself capable of doing after these five years. "...This time" K'nahli finally spoke with a shy and somewhat reluctant voice, adding to K'rahto's statement. Her eyes traveled upward to meet the amber glow of his as she forced herself to smile subtly. "Try to keep your elbow higher. Anchor it to that position even if it means your shots are erratic and inaccurate for a while. With enough practice, you will adapt and be able to fire properly without needing to even think about your posture" she advised while training her eyes on the bow that balanced itself across her outstretched palm. A more prominent smile eventually found its way across her face as she gripped the bow tightly and reached it outward in his direction to thump the tia gently over the crown of his head as if to scold him. "Though I recommend you stick to spears" was all she would add before turning on her heels to return to the camp. She had enough excitement for one day, perhaps she was due a rest from practice.

K'nahli studied the tia with intent as he began placing himself in position. His posture, stance and style seemed oddly.. familiar as he silently took form beneath the oppressing glare of the morning sun. It took the girl a few moments to understand why. ("K'iara!") the sudden revelation that had dawned upon her was made silently obvious through the sudden perking of her ears and her lightened expression. K'nahli had adapted some traits that she had witnessed K'iara demonstrate in her own style of archery but even if that was quite some time ago, the subtly different yet unique style was immediately recogniseable to the young girl. Curious eyes rolled upward toward the sky as though it held the answers to her next questions her mind would nosily inquire about as it found itself wandering once again. ("They're sibings.... aren't they? I think so... perhaps.... maybe not..") Her momentary state of day dreaming almost stole her attention completely. If not for the tia's sharp exhale she might not have returned her glance toward him in time to witness the shot as it was released. The vibrations that resonated from the string created a soft sound that K'nahli had long since grown to find soothing. Her perceptive gaze followed the thin, black silhouette as it challenged the blazing, fiery orb in the sky and traveled a significant distance before eventually succumbing to the eternal embrace of the world and was drawn slowly back to the saffron sands below where it landed silently into the gold-tinted distance. K'nahli withdrew herself with a single, involuntary step. Her expression had lost its carefree appearance and instead revealed something more anxious as a bead of sweat slowly formed and rolled down from her temple. (".....") It was a good shot. Sure, she could argue that such distance was meaningless if the arrow was incapable of finding its target, but that was not the challenge she had recklessly agreed to. Could she match that attempt? Could she really? She never tried maximum-range shooting before. It seemed to be a pointless curiosity to her, but now she could feel the regret rising from the pit of her stomach. "That..... was a g-" she hesitated briefly in her sudden statement, swallowing the words she was about to speak before they could escape her throat, unfiltered. "...not bad...." she adjusted her words appropriately, satisfied in the knowledge that she would at least appear less impressed with his result. The last thing she needed was for him to become cocky over something so meaningless. Even in its adjusted form, however, she couldn't help but reveal genuity in her words. K'nahli stepped forward again, positioning herself accordingly and lightly tensing the muscles in her drawing arm before arming her bow. She shouldn't have been so arrogant and reckless. Accepting such a challenge without consideration for the potential consequences was a major mistake and one she was no longer sure she could avoid. Her fingers gently clasped the butt end of the arrow carefully and slowly, with an almost mechanical and ritualistic movement of her arm, it was steadily drawn back a moderate distance. She raised her weapon upward, positioning it so that her dominant eye trained along the length of the arrow's shaft as it pointed an inconsiderable height into the sky. Her eyes slid to a gentle close in the moment she drew in a warm breath of desert air. Unconsciously, she adjusted her bow to a greater height and made small changes to the angle. As though the air she had drawn in to fill her lungs held the secrets of the elements, she silently took great care and precision with every subtle movement. The gentle sensation of the of the soft breeze that channeled itself across her body tickled the fine hair that lined the tips of ears which further provoked even more subtle changes until finally, she was ready. Her maroon eyes were unveiled once more to meet with the deep, cerulean that stretched above her as she drew the arrow, slowly, back against the tensing string further and further. Her fingers that still remained free gently stroked against the twine, studying it's potential power analytically before she was finally content with everything. She subtly puckered her lips to bleed out the lingering, remnants of breath that had continued to dwell within her, and with a gentle blink of her eyes that would seemingly give her nimble fingers that restrained the arrow the final all-clear, she released it into the wind. The arrow soared free from the bow, embracing the thermals it quietly rose upon like a wild, bird of prey that scanned the vast and desolate landscape below. Its height did not match that of K'rahtos, though the speed appeared at least similar as it sliced through the air majestically, quickly chasing across the sands toward the same direction K'rahto's arrow had traveled moments before. After a short while, it's gentle glide too came to an end, allowing it to begin its final descent and mark K'nahli's fate dangerously into the golden sands. A short moment of deafening silence followed after the arrow had struck ground. Had it gone further? At that distance she couldn't tell. The uncertainty grated on her nerves painfully, causing a slight but visually unnoticeable tremble throughout her hands. The girl reacted quickly by grabbing them firmly to cease the irritating sensation, though there was nothing she could do about the crushing, hammering feeling that her heart released relentlessly against her fragile chest.

K'rahto's rotten attitude was grating steadily on K'nahli's nerves. It only further undermined any possible meaning his challenge still loosely clung to. She twisted her head back over her shoulder sharply to glare back at the irritated form that stood spitefully behind her, her arms interlocking in the form of a stretch before her as she did so. "If you dislike me so much, tia, then leave now and save us both the trouble" she retorted agitatedly with that familiar, burning and unwavering stare. Having concluded her stretching, she reached down to collect her bow and retook her poised position, priming herself for the upcoming task by loosening her joints and rolling her fingers before they would find themselves gripping both arrow and string. Her lips parted again to speak once more, though a crossing thought caused her to decide against it before any sound would escape. The challenge he suggested had little relevance in the real world. What good was distance without accuracy? What exactly was he hoping to impress her with in this particular contest? Regardless, she instead sighed quietly to herself. Perhaps she was being too mean, it certainly wasn't a gift that she offered exclusively. Maybe he needed at least one thing to succeed at within this whole challenge to make him feel better about the situation and save his pride from being shattered by the impending result. "As you wish..." she finally added in a moderately, more passive tone. Her glance turned toward him as she awaited him to take the lead and begin the first contest - and the sweltering morning - with the opening shot.

What kind of stories has your character gotten into? K'nahli had the chance to participate lightly in some influential tribal events. Due to the tribe's deteriorating state, a lot of focus has surrounded the future of the tribe, what's the best course of action to take and the varying effects this has had on the individual's state of mind. In addition to this she has visited Ul'dah on one occasion and had the chance to experience the bizzare world of modern civilization. Andre has taken life rather lightly since having traveled to Gridania. He freely allowed himself to indulge in the Twelveswoods' natural beauty and on one particular occasion found himself aiding in fending of an Ixal attack from which he met a peculiar, young girl named Clover. He has met with her a couple of times after that and finds himself enthralled with the girl's nature and the similarity of certain interests she retains. How has your character changed since the game re-launch? K'nahli hasn't changed much at all but that is only natural as she is not one that is easily subsceptible to anything that could impact her life considerably. Andre is much alike as he began with the exception of finding himself having an unexpected, platonic interest in Clover. He was always a social being but her sense of mystery and love for stories has taken an (OOCly) unprecedented impact on him. What has been your favorite RP moment so far? For K'nahli it was probably her very first scene where she got to display her soft side towards K'mih. Her Trial Of Adulthood was coming up and K'nahli was made a little wistful through her sister's words. It was basically said that even if she failed her trial, it would matter little to K'nahli since she wouldn't hesitate to leave all behind her and travel with K'mih to the outside world. I wasn't expecting to display that side of her so soon and because I also have an OOC affection for K'mih it made me happy to have a slightly, tender scene with her. For Andre it was probably the last scene that I played with him. It was never finished and barely any tags were posted but it began with a natural flow and I had this calming feeling that allowed me to enjoy it. He had met with his new friend out in the same spot he had previously encountered her by her request. I felt that it was a scene where both Andre and I would learn more about the character and also, because we both share an interest in her, its only natural that I enjoyed it. What was the most shocking RP moment this year? (ICly) When K'nahli's sister revealed that she would feel most comfortable were she to couple with her father as opposed to any other nuhn. The concept was a bit alien to her naive sister and she didn't understand why there was a problem with choosing her father, who was a figure she respected and naturally felt more comfortable around, rather than a random male. (OOCly) A tia confessing his feelings to K'nahli and expressing his desire to become nuhn with the hopes of claiming her as a partner. She still doesn't fully trust the situation but it was startling nonetheless. What was the most surprising thing you found out about your character? K'nahli was a bit more resentful than I had initially conceived and might appear bitter a lot more often. Andre I was surprised to have found common ground with Clover. I was initially unsure if, because of Clover's quiet personality, she would accept him as a friend/acquaintance but I am actually eager to RP them more and learn more about her character. What relationships did your character build? K'nahli became more aware of her emotional dependency on her sister K'mih and has had a revitalized distaste for her father(whom is also K'mih's father) as a result. Andre, as mentioned already, has had an unexpected hint toward a meaningful friendship with Clover. Other than that, most other scenes seemed to have been forgotten about on the forums, sadly. What are you looking most forward to seeing in the future with your characters growth and story? I'd like to see K'nahli's and K'mihs bond tested despite the OOC heartache it would cause me. I am also admittedly curious if she can still develop a love interest after everything that has happened in spite of my firm beliefs that she won't show any consideration toward anyone. Andre I want to see develop his relations with Clover as well as other people who may bring about memories or links to the reasons he left Ul'dah. He's very casually designed so I have no big plans or goals for him, haha.

A gentle yet sarcastic laugh escaped past the young huntress's lips once the tia had finished speaking. He was deliberately indirect judging by his choice of words, perhaps too prideful for his own good. His expression, she noticed, was eternally bitter and discontent, it almost made the young, true archer curious as to why he couldn't find it in himself to not see everything with such utter pessimism. She stopped herself with the thought however as the irony of her unspoken hypocrisy grated on her mind and urged her to, instead, return to the matter at hand. "It wouldn't be unfair of me to feel insulted by this challenge, K'rahto. The conclusion is inevitable and with that in mind, there resides no true point" she spoke bluntly while returning her gaze out toward the sands. She was sure that even he knew there was no chance for him to emerge the victor in this case, yet even so he insisted on trying anyways. "To what end?", she wondered. "But we're this far now..." she added with a faint, dissatisfied whisper, blinking slowly as she thought on the matter for a moment, still confused about everything that surrounded the challenge; the purpose, the predictable result... even the possibility that he was true to his words. After all, she was not appealing. How could anyone think otherwise of someone so bitter and resentful? "Choose the challenges as you see fit. Speed, distance, knockout.... whatever pleases your level of skill more suitably" her voice broke the silence once more as she turned her back on the male to indulge in some stretches, hiding her face from him in the process. A small pang of sadness had ached her heart from the moment she had let her mind wander, and while she as sure it was not on display, she didn't want to take any chances. In a way, she was like K'rahto. Too afraid to show weakness.

Slowly she drew back an arrow, targeting an imaginary object far into the hazy distance that shuddered and waved under the heat of the sun that was repelled blisteringly from the glowing, sea of sand. She held it for a moment, seemingly ready to release the tensed string at any moment, as though she were planning to let the arrow soar free into the air. A soft breath was exhaled, and moments later, her bow was lowered and the arrow returned to a loosely lie against the wooden rim. "Would you say that you have been actively wielding it since you were eight years old? Am I to believe that you have... ten... summers worth of experience?" she inquired while flicking her glance toward him, her crimson stare burning into his amber irises with a subtle tone of impatience.

The gleaming shine from the morning sun bounced off of the girl's eyes, giving them a crystal clear appearance that lightly reflected the beautiful, cerulean canvas that stretched far above Sagloii. Her vibrant stare voyaged out across the sands to a particular location a short distance away just as she had made her way to the top of a small, wind-carved dune that had been placed between the camp and her destination by the evening winds the night before. Her shoulders dropped when she witnessed a small figure standing alone amongst the burning sands. Secretly she had hoped that the male would have turned his attention to another female by this stage and have completely forgotten about, if not merely submitted, the challenge. It was not the case, however. She drew in a defeated breath of the warm air before continuing down the dune and toward the lonely tia, an expression of anxiety lightly clouding her natural glare for a short while before she drew close to him, where all appearances of weakness or doubt were immediately cast away. "Before we begin..." K'nahli began speaking as she came within range of him. She casually passed by him without stopping or even making eye contact and simply took position a few yalms ahead of him. "...I want to know how long you've been wielding a bow"

This and what Ashren said pretty much sums it up for me.