K'nahli

It was very last moment though. I didn't have time to type anything elaborate so literally all I bellowed out was "HALT!" but there was enough time for them to respond albeit they weren't watching I guess so I assumed they were disinterested until they started showing signs of turning around but then I became intimidates -o- ;; I'll keep trying though, haha. In any case, a short while after that I encountered a more serious scene where people were consoling some woman who was in danger. I began eavesdropping and some really interesting character emoted in such a way that allowed a friend and himself to corner me. It was actually rather funny since I didn't even see the second person come around behind me in site of OOCly knowing it was coming >w< It was a short scene but I enjoyed the interaction nonetheless >w< I'd also like to do something that you and Twin had done. Especially if you grabbed a few high level archers and used flame arrow to block the path of a large group of people or a caravan @@

In my opinion, characters should freely jump in to such scenes if it is of genuine interest to them. Whether or not you get dished to the side afterwards ICly or not is totally legal roleplay but I dislike the idea of people choosing to join in a scene just because there's nothing else going on or your particular conversation seems more interesting. Magellan is right though. Emotes give a great sense of what is going on to all parties involved and is the best approach! Actually on a related note, the other day I ran from Gridania to Ul'dah on my level 2 Bandit character. I was hoping to find some open world RP but never expected to. Although! I was surprised to find myself mistaken. I spotted two characters walking towards me from the bar that resides between Ul'dah and Blackbrush. So I drew my lance and yelled at them to stop. They didn't respond immediately and only started showing interest after they passed me(as in, they turned around, no words were spoken). At that point I felt it was too late to continue and mostly I was just really nervous so I continued running towards Ul'dah. Would RP like this be bad? I swear I would love to have random encounters like this were I to roleplay publicly but perhaps its just me. Is it spoiling their scene or anything? The idea is that he is just a lowly bandit who at the very worst will steal some gil from them unless they struggle in which case he could wound them. Obviously I don't want to be some massive sadist that encounters a couple of non-combatants and butchers them while they were on their way to celebrate their new friendship by picking apples for orphans.

Oh... I felt silly for saying such a thing but I genuinely had no idea how gil valued in-game. I'm glad no-one made fun of me then =w= ;;;

I didn't just send you a tell, I chased you across half the East Shroud! But you were a woman on a mission! DEDICATED! I don't think you saw me emoting at you. Which is probably why you were like, "Who dafuq is this crazy person sending me tells?!" Hahaha, I'm so sorry. I had no idea until you sent me a tell @@ Hello then! >w<

Ahh I hate this. Whenever people asked me how much something was I just said: "*Informs Magellan as to the price*" >.>

You didn't send me a tell yesterday.. right? I got on from someone with your first name(at least) and I immediately wondered if it was you but assumed not in the end @@

Um, this highly interests me but I am unsure of a number of things. My bounty hunter was born and "reared" in Limsa and didn't leave until he was seventeen(he's 24 now so depending on Tsmih's age maybe it can still work). The idea of him being a slave, if I understood that correctly, however would not work. The concept was that he spent the years after having left Limsa honing his skills and becoming a rather successful and(if others are willing) powerful warrior and bounty hunter. Not overpowered or anything, but I was hoping he could have a highly successful record... at least so far. In any case, I haven't really RP'd him yet because I was afraid of people not liking his character and because hes a bit of a lone wolf and can't really socialise with others. With that said, it leaves room for me to possibly adjust a few things if they don't deter too far from what I initially had in mind but if by some off chance he interests you then please let me know more about the setup >w< *nervous excitement*

I found K'nahlo, K'nahli's long-lost brother apparently! She can't even pretend to seem enthused.

Just a picture I took one day of K'luha and K'nahli

"Confound it..." K'nahli growled to herself as she retreated towards K'mih, placing herself between her sister and the beast to serve as the best line of defence should the creature strike. K'yohko's call from afar was beyond reassuring. Despite the discomforting topic held not too long ago about the man, his presence was a welcomed relief to the blue-haired miqo'te who stood solid and defensive in protection of her little sister. The creature was much larger than regular sand worms and could easily withstand a number of strikes from an archer of her standard, even from close range. K'yohko had wasted no time in coming to the trio's aid, though he was still too far off to strike the beast cleanly before it would launch itself at K'ile and toss him aside as if he were nothing. "...tch" K'nahli grunted aggressively. She wanted to help, she wanted to subdue the beast and protect K'ile but.. she couldn't. K'mih was unarmed and she dared not risk aggravate the beast unless it were necessary. Her conscious screamed at her, tore at her from the inside. -"Shoot! K'ile is in trouble!"- the voice of reason and moral resounded painfully within her skull. She couldn't just stand there and do nothing, and she had no intention to... but... -"You would put his life at risk just in case K'mih gets hurt? She is not helpless!"- Doubt quickly clouded her mind as her conscience urged her to help her brother. Why wouldn't her body follow? -"NOW!"- ".................." It was no use. She couldn't bring herself to take the initiative, she was too afraid to so much as call out for K'mih to run should it garner too much attention. Suddenly, K'nahli's ears perked up straight as they picked up on that familiar, piercing sound of both wood and bone slicing through the air with kinetic intensity before hastily greeting it's target, puncturing cleanly through the thick hide of the colossal alpha that towered dauntingly before them. A magnificent spray of ruby escaped into the cerulean sky above, bathing and glistening beautifully in the sun's rays before softly cascading downwards, discipating partly into the wind while the remainder lightly stained the sun-baked, tangerine sands below. K'nahli blinked twice in awe. It was almost scary how beautiful such a barbarous sight could appear to the beholder, though there was no time for her to remain but a spectator. In ignorance of her sister's sudden movement, K'nahli sought to utilize the chance that K'yohko had presented her. Now that the worm had turned its attention away from them, she quickly rearmed her weapon, targeting the back of the creature's skull with determined vehemence as another arrow soared cleanly from K'yohko's oaken bow into it's throat, causing it to gargle abhorrently as it choked on its own blood. K'ile had quickly returned to his feet and had began charging towards their common target with an arrow in hand to serve as a replacement for his broken weapon. Studying his position closely from the corner of her eye, K'nahli furrowed her brow intently, her pupils constricting in absolute focus as she waited for the precise moment to release her arrow, choosing to delay it just enough so that K'ile would make contact at the same time it would only begin recoiling in pain from her shot. It would give him ample time to assault it longer should it prove resilient in spite of its current condition.

The bandit's eyes flared in immediate apprehension. Quickly turning his head and raising an arm to try and protect his eyes from a dampened, clump of sand that Tobias had cutely chosen to blind him with, the man came to an abrupt stop. As quick as his reactions were however, they were not enough to save him from the attack. The blackened, sludge sailed stealthily through the night air and collected predominantly in his left eye - with a few loose grains finding their way in his right. Tarquin let out a grievous howl in response before quickly attempting to clean his eyes with a brisk wipe of his balled fists. His right eye stung fiercely in spite of it being the least affected, though his quick reaction at the very least had allowed him to retain sight within it. "KWWEEEHHHH!!!" The only indication of the impending strike. The noise from the beast's hurried pace towards the hyur had been completely dampened by the torrential rain and allowed it to quickly close the distance on Tarquin to the point where it became too late for the man to react. The bandit quickly jolted his head to the left in time to see a wall of feathers encapsulate the little he retained of his blurry sight before he was sent flying backwards through the air with a tremendous kick. The beast's strength was understandably exceptional and had temporarily winded the male as he lay writhing on his back on the ground within the collection of mud-saturated pools. Regardless, the adrenaline coursed through his veins relentlessly. If he gave his foes an ilm now it would all be over for him. Quickly raising his weapon upwards and waving it both blindly and aggressively, Tarquin succeeded in staving off any follow up attack from the giant bird as he clambered back to his feet. "W-We'll see... how arrogant you are a-after I gut your fucking pet, Garlean" Tarquin spat viciously, struggling to speak after having suffered the chocobo's blow, as he removed one hand from his weapon's grip to briefly clean the remainder of the sludge from his eyes. He couldn't open his left eye and his right squinted painfully in the direction of Tobias. Albeit, it was enough to finish what he had started. Reaching then for his cloak, Tarquin tore it away from his body and cast it high and away into the darkness of the night in order to grant himself better mobility. His face was blackened with water-running dirt as the lashing rain washed down upon his exposed form. It was time to finish this. Loot or no, these travelers would not live to see the light of another day. A distance away, Draevyn and Kiearia were now faced with their own predicament as Senaca calmly emerged from the shadows and took position to obstruct both their paths. Her fiery eyes sternly met with the males' as she pointed towards him, announcing herself in a commanding tone. "Lower the miqo'te". Her voice was unusually pleasant for one in her position, though at the same time, authoritative. Were it not for her previous assault on Tobias and her menacing daggers, one would hardly assume she posed any threat. "I have no interest in harming a non combatant. My fight is with you, lancer".

K'nahli eyed the tia in confusion as he awkwardly drew an arrow on his own. His technique was messy at best though perhaps enough to get the job done should the situation call upon it. Regardless, in spite of his request she did not immediately note the impending danger. Instead, taking a step back, K'nahli removed herself from the tia's space. In part, her intention was to allow him more room though asked frankly, she would have replied that she feared for a drastically misfired arrow that may prematurely claim her life. K'ile aiming towards a random spot in the sand had earned a little suspicion from the girl. He wasn't trying to show her something after all. Was something approaching? She certainly hadn't noticed, nor did she understand what he meant by his warning not to shoot her father unless K'yohko had learned how to morph himself into but a grain of sand. Regardless, K'nahli quickly yet nimbly slipped an arrow in place, resting it gently against the bow string as her weapon remained pointed before her feet in standby - awaiting any impending threat that may be looming.

I'd like to attend this but the time that has been recommended leaves its very late for Europeans so unless that is solid then I think I'll have to pass.

K'nahli merely offered a nod in acceptance when K'ile gave a rather simple but reasonable explanation for overhearing their private conversation. Her eyes followed him closely while he took position before her, a more calm expression soon following across her features. "Sorry" is what she wanted to say to the man. It was clear that he genuinely posed no malice with his arrival, though her burdened mind would not allow her to so easily retreat into a submissive or defeatist state. She began positioning herself next to the male, her body closely shadowing his as she prepared to steady and guide his form from the very beginning. K'ile, however, was not ready to begin just yet. Turning around to face the younger sister, he passed along an invitation to K'mih in K'nahli's stead, maintaining a passive and calm posture while he shared a sweet smile with her. K'nahli's eyes quickly widened in surprise as her head shot towards K'mih in anxious anticipation of her answer. Her hopes were hardly peaked however, surely the girl would answer with: -"No.. I'm okay, thank you"- -"I'm fine just watching!"- -"I'll only get in the way!"- ...or anything dismissive. K'nahli should have known from the beginning. A girl like K'mih would soon lose interest in putting up with someone like her. She was totally undeserving of her friendship. She had nothing to offer her younger sister. “Could you teach me as well, K’nahli?” The words genuinely came as a shock to K'nahli. Blinking a few times in disbelief, the girl continued watching her younger sister with a visibly, surprised expression as she loitered in complete distrust of her own hearing. After a moment of silence, K'nahli breathed out softly with relief while a gentle smile slowly creeped across her face. What was wrong with her? Of course K'mih hadn't lost interest. The girl had stuck with her faithfully even after K'yhaega's death. K'mih was not so shallow as to abandon K'nahli that easily. If anything, K'nahli was in the wrong for having less faith in her sister. Reaching down for the bow she had dropped earlier, K'nahli gripped it lightly and discreetly attempted to wipe away the faded traces of blood that remained clinging to the wood. Then, with the company of a warm nod, she presented the bow out towards her sister gingerly in happy acceptance to her request. "Thank you..." she finally managed to whisper quietly to the tia from the corner of her mouth. No eye contact was made, though she felt that K'ile, perhaps, had a much keener perception than she had given him credit for. Something she, at least, was truly grateful for in that moment.

Whether or not K'nahli had not heard K'mih's initial remark or choose to remain ignorant of it was unknown. In the end, the older female placed no emphasis on the thick fluid that slowly, yet continuously dripped away from her hand. Now she had been preoccupied with what answer K'mih would have to offer in response to her question, and as it would turn out, it would not aid in her recovery from the moment. K'mih had appeared to have been surprised by K'nahli's question in the end, an indirect answer and the source of which the next wave of emotions had spawned. Painful though much less powerful than before, or at least it had seemed. The girl retained her composure this time in spite of the forceful, tidal pulls of polar-opposite emotions that wallowed deep within her. Staggering slightly she placed a hand across her temple once more hoping that this time it would soothe the throbbing pain beneath. It was then that both miqo'te turned to behold the tia K'ile approaching them, apparently having overheard their conversation. K'nahli's brow furrowed as she quickly returned to her typical defensive state as the man drew nearer and introduced himself to the ongoing conversation. Instead of passing judgement or scolding her sister for such thoughts however, he instead sought the chance to explain to K'mih, better than K'nahli ever could have herself, why such things were just not the way of the natural order. Regardless of his words, words that K'nahli would only have wished she could have spoken herself earlier, it brought neither girl comfort. Having concluded with his thoughts on the matter, K'ile then raised his hand to K'nahli, presenting her with both his bow and a humble request. K'nahli blinked a few times in surprise in the revelation that he had merely come seeking her guidance. Nonetheless, the thought only further troubled the elder sibling. Her gaze momentarily broke away from the tia as she found herself sulking pitifully. She had, in fact, only been moments away from asking K'mih to come train with her before the matter even reared it's ugly head. As a result, she unintentionally presented K'ile with no initial response while her mind continued to wander further on the matter. Her sister seemed to be slipping farther and farther away with every moment that she continued lingering on the thought - and it was slowly breaking K'nahli's heart. Shaking her head subtly and blinking a few more times, K'nahli returned her gaze to meet with K'iles'. Her ruby eyes glared through him fiercely in the process. "I'd hate to think you were eavesdropping, K'ile, and that this 'guidance' you seek is merely your excuse for presenting yourself before us" K'nahli replied bitterly, her watch unrelenting on the male as she took a step to the side and gestured for him to take position where she had been standing previously. K'nahli quickly passed a solemn glance towards K'mih to ensure the girl's well-being, fearing that K'ile's appearance and K'nahli's diverted attention may have left her feeling uncomfortable. Her lips parted as she sought to speak once again to her sister. "K'mih..... do you..." she spoke hesitantly in attempts to invite K'mih to take part, though she was unable to finish her sentence. Her eyes reluctantly fell to the sand once more as a blanket of sadness slowly fell upon her. No... surely she had no interest in training with K'nahli.

"K'....K'mihgazu?" K'nahli hissed silently to herself while clenching her fists tightly by her side. The small, sharpened curvature along her bow dug painfully into her palm as she did so, though it only presented her with more reason to continue. That pain would serve as a distraction, something to focus on instead of this nightmare she found herself trapped within. A creeping, trickle of blood squeezed itself out from between her fingers as the splintering wood began to cut deeply into her skin. It rolled outwards from her fist, leaving a faint, ruby trail along the side of her trembling hand before it dropped silently away to become engulfed by the sands below, leaving only a tiny, darkened, splotch of deep crimson by her feet. The pain however, was no longer noticeable. She squeezed harder in hopes that it would return as her expression grew steadily more fierce, but to no avail. "I asked her why I couldn't mate with father... but she said it'd be strange..." "....." K'nahli's heart immediately sank at the mention of their father. K'yohko? She wanted to mate with K'yohko?! She let out a faint whimper in disbelief as she fidgeted briefly on the spot, unsure of what to do with her one free hand as she shuffled randomly, touching against both her temple and face in light of her complete confusion inside that moment. Suddenly dropping her bow into the sand, K'nahli quickly turned around to face K'mih who had also turned her attention to her sister. "K'mih... why.... why would you...?" she tried to express her concern though struggled to form a complete sentence. She instead raised her injured hand up to her chest, clenching it tightly once more as her heartache agonizingly heaved beneath her breast. Her eyes were unable to remain focused on one spot in the sand as they darted back and forth rapidly. The dismayed girl shut her eyes firmly as she drew in a deep breath of the tepid evening air in an attempt to regain control of herself, though unfortunately for the miqo'te, her feelings would not be so easily subdued. Her hands continued to tremble moderately as her heart rate further escalated anxiously, unafflicted by the her initial attempt. A second breath. Why must her mother interfere? What business is it of hers what her proclaimed "adult" daughter does now? If anything she has less reason to impose in the way she already has. She knows her daughter well enough to realise that she is influential and obedient. What kind of rotten trick was that of her to implant her own ideals into her daughter like that? Strip K'mih of her own free will because she won't want to disappoint her mother? Was that the idea? Had K'nahli's eyes been visible they'd have been burning with anger at this point. How dare that woman? ("She belongs to me..") K'nahli thought with bitter resentment. ("No-one else"). A third breath. Why K'yohko of all people? Her father.. THEIR father. Why does it matter that K'yohko is the "best" that they know? Doesn't she understand that the existence of the second nuhn is to avoid such encounters? Does the thought of coupling with her father not revolt her? He sired her. This was wrong, so very wrong... but K'nahli couldn't explain why. Surely something she felt so passionately against should have a very, simple explanation. A clear-found argument to dispel the thought entirely. Though no matter how hard she thought about it, no answer presented itself. K'yohko... was ideal. She just couldn't consent to it. A fourth breath. Why wouldn't K'mih fight her own battles? Why was she just as submissive as ever when K'nahli really needed her to fight? Was K'mih willing to give up everything, including her sister, just to abide by her mother's wishes? Was that really what was going to happen? Such a path would change everything. It would forever distort who K'mih was in K'nahli's eyes and what she meant to her. She would change. She can't change. K'nahli could never allow it. She wouldn't. K'nahli exhaled deeply as she unveiled her shimmering eyes and focused her glare on K'mih, knowing she was still awaiting an answer to her question. The older sister studied the younger intently in silence before finally working up the courage to look her directly in the eye. Though something was different. Suddenly, meeting her gaze didn't leave her feeling calm anymore. The once pacifying glimmer of her beautifully vibrant bi-coloured eyes had disappeared and was instead replaced by a feeling that only catalyzed her intense sense of worry and despair. K'nahli's voice cracked as she opened her mouth in a vain attempt to speak once again, her eyes looking down and away from her sister to release herself from the strangling hold that the younger miqo'te's gaze had suddenly set upon her. Her mouth had grown drier than the sands which they stood upon. The steel, blue-haired girl placed a soothing palm across her temple in attempts to calm her racing thoughts and in hopes that it would prevent the tears from flowing. She was already failing to prevent herself from doing something that she had always promised herself she would never do. At the very least, she must prevent it from going any further. "Its not.... always about who is best..." K'nahli finally managed to find the words she needed. She used everything she had left in her to prevent herself from stammering. No more weakness. "You don't... want K'yohko for any other reason.. right?" she inquired carefully while slowly examining her injured palm. The pain had suddenly come upon her now. It stung her bow-wielding hand incessantly as it continued to bleed; with a few more drops quickly escaping free from the wound and falling noiselessly into the sands below.

K'nahli quickly recoiled her head as a disgusted grimace quickly formed across her face, not that her sister would have seen as the calamine-haired girl's gaze remained glued to her feet. The older miqo'te quickly turned on the spot, facing her back to K'mih so as to hide her otherwise obvious distaste for the subject. It was exactly what she had feared, though somehow hearing the words actually come out of K'mihs mouth sickened K'nahli to no end. She didn't like this.... she didn't even want to acknowledge it. K'nahli's eyes remained fixated on the now seemingly colourless sand before her, the miqo'te's features shifting and quivering every so often as powerful emotions continuously squirmed and writhed through her very being, tickling her stomach and mustering up a compelling feeling of utter resent. "Why do you think of such things now? You are much too young" K'nahli finally spat in reply after her noticeable silence following K'mihs explanation. She remained with her back to her sister. Unable to face her. Unable to contemplate someone else taking her sister away from her. Her innocence. Yet at the same time, she didn't want K'mih to see her own hatred towards the subject. She wasn't going to explain to her why she had reacted in such a way, she couldn't..

A soft veil of wind-swept sand calmly whispered its way towards the blue-haired girl, gently tickling and caressing against her exposed skin as she held her bow poised and ready, string tensed back as far as it would allow and arrow carefully targeted towards a distant object before her. K'nahli blinked twice as her thoughts began accumulating in response to her sister's question, distracting the miqo'te from her target practice enough to cause her to turn on her heels to face K'mih. "Why.... do you ask such a thing, K'mih?" K'nahli furrowed her brow slightly as she took a few steps towards her sister, lowering her bow and disarming it in the process. The warm, Sagolii breeze caught against her ornament-adorned locks, causing them to sway gently across her face as she remained observant of the small figure sitting anxiously atop a rock. Her eyes of crimson narrowed slightly in focus as she tilted her head, unsure of what to expect. Afraid of what the answer would be.

Welcome to the server!! I hope you enjoy it here, we have a wonderful community.

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This was such a funny encounter..... [align=center][/align] [align=center][/align] They must have really fun RP scenes, hahaha.

I honestly become annoyed when I see roleplayers in public not roleplaying publically. Look, whether or not you want people to join in on the conversation is totally up to your character, but don't literally hide your voices from passers-by. Apart from looking bad, something you say could easily influence other people either directly(should they try and approach you) or indirectly(should they learn something useful or remember something as a result). Honestly I see it as rather unfair and selfish to hide RP if its not actually supposed to be whispered to each other. For the record though, if you want speak to someone in the form of a whisper for the whole conversation then don't stand in the middle of the streets of Ul'dah because people don't do that. They take themselves to the sides or find themselves a quieter spot. Having said that, just because you see roleplayers doesn't mean they are openly inviting you to take part. I don't like the idea of people inviting themselves for the sake of inviting themselves when really their character has no business involving themselves. That is OOC influence and its not good. At least find some excuse to end up interacting with them or ask someone to create an excuse for you to become involved. This is what I often did when I tried RP'ing a waitress in the Quicksand. Often enough there were people sitting alone, obviously hoping for some roleplay but unable to involve themselves with the scenes around them. So instead, I approached them myself to break up their inactivity period and on a couple of occasions played a part in involving them with nearby groups. Try helping each other out in similar ways, it really makes for a more ideal and realistic cause for interaction than suddenly spilling your drink every time. As for ideas, how about a 'Market Day' where people congregate in the three cities and serve as salesmen/women? If anyone is involved with that or crafting, fishing etc then you could create a small dynamic for yourself and others that way. Only problem is that I'd suggest against the actual markets. They are far too crowded in my opinion. People could also organise regular trading caravan groups. I'd LOVE to see more RP in the outside world. It'd be really nice to encounter a group of people with some chocobo mules following them that are selling random wares and supplies. ANYONE can participate in that even if it is a small encounter. What can also happen from that are bandit raids and such. I have a bandit character that I would happily level up rather soon if I saw more events and outside RP going on.

Aww, the one with Val is really nice and sweet.

A soft exhale could be heard from K'nahli's direction shortly after K'ile had concluded speaking. Gently combing her fingers though her silk-like hair, she slowly reopened her eyes once more and stood up from the log where she had been sitting. "If you would permit me elder, there is something I wish to add" K'nahli requested humbly as she brought her glance to meet with K'deki's, though began making her way closer to the fire without awaiting confirmation. As she drew within touching distance of the fire, K'nahli's eyes remained momentarily fixated on the flames that spurned and flickered before her. She blinked slowly as she took a moment to articulate her thoughts before finally raising her head upwards and turning her gaze upon her tribekin. In that moment, it was almost as though her perpetual gaze was being fed by the flames themselves as her blazing, gem-like eyes of sulphur immediately lit up with passion, reflecting the flare from smouldering hearth that continued burning alongside her. "There have been many opinions shared and feelings expressed here today. Yet I stand before you now, my brothers and sisters, not to offer yet another possible solution... nor a critical evaluation on those who have spoken before me. Rather, I wish to remind each and every one of you that we... are a family" K'nahli announced clearly in a moderate tone, her eyes hopping from one tribe member to the next as she did so. Such words were almost odd coming from the young miqo'te's mouth, though they were nothing short of the truth. "Harsh times are upon us and Azeyma would further test our will and perseverance. Regardless of individual opinion, we are united in the belief that our tribe can and will continue to thrive" she continued while reigning a closed fist in to her chest to emphasise her words as her eyes continued to scan through each individual face as though personally directing her speech to every target that became trapped within her fiery gaze. "This meeting was called upon in the name of our tribe, with concern carried for the future well-being of our already decaying state" she added before pausing briefly, lowering her eyelids as though she were being lulled into a peaceful slumber. "Our situation is not ideal and while many options may exist for us, it is evident that none of them are choices any of us would readily make on a whim" the girl explained with some lament as she paused for another brief moment before slowly unveiling her crimson irises. Her gaze hopped once again from member to member, this time her expression resembled one more gentle and somber. "I seek not to patronize anyone here, but no one person knows what is best for us and the final decision made on this matter will not be one made out of selfish ideals or from mutual favours" K'nahli continued as her eyes then shift towards K'ile, as she prepared to address him particularly though not exclusively. "Brother K'ile, while I share with you in hesitation at the thought of subjecting ourselves to the aid of outsiders, it is not wise to dismiss such a path so rashly. The well-being and continued thriving of our tribe is of paramount concern. If it is deemed that accepting their help is our best option then we must be willing to embrace our grievances for the betterment of the tribe" K'nahli's brow furrowed once more as she addressed the tia, hoping to convey her sincerity in her reluctance to accept outside aid. The girl slowly removed her glance from the tia and looked before herself once more to address the majority of the congregated tribe. "I expect not of anyone here to come to like the decision on this matter, but I beseech to all of you that you embrace it wholly and not bicker against it. Regardless of what is decided, we must be united and support the decision if we are to thrive". K'nahli's glance then slowly met with that of K'mih's. Her bi-colour eyes had always given her an extraordinarily, gentle appearance as her enchanting gaze drew a beautiful infusion of fluorite and amethyst. The calamine-haired miqo'te had the most pacifying of effects on K'nahli whenever they would make eye contact. "Division.... will only be the catalyst to our own downfall" she added following a final, brief pause after having became momentarily trapped within her younger sister's gaze. Glancing back over her shoulder towards K'deiki, K'nahli offered her a brief nod before returning to her seat alongside K'yohko. She had no idea if her words would have any weight with anyone within the tribe. All she could do now was hope.

A soft exhale could be heard from K'nahli's direction shortly after K'ile had concluded speaking. Gently combing her fingers though her silk-like hair, she slowly reopened her eyes once more and stood up from the log where she had been sitting. "If you would permit me elder, there is something I wish to add" K'nahli requested humbly as she brought her glance to meet with K'deki's, though began making her way closer to the fire without awaiting confirmation. As she drew within touching distance of the fire, K'nahli's eyes remained momentarily fixated on the flames that spurned and flickered before her. She blinked slowly as she took a moment to articulate her thoughts before finally raising her head upwards and turning her gaze upon her tribekin. In that moment, it was almost as though her perpetual gaze was being fed by the flames themselves as her blazing, gem-like eyes of sulphur immediately lit up with passion, reflecting the flare from smouldering hearth that continued burning alongside her. "There have been many opinions shared and feelings expressed here today. Yet I stand before you now, my brothers and sisters, not to offer yet another possible solution... nor a critical evaluation on those who have spoken before me. Rather, I wish to remind each and every one of you that we... are a family" K'nahli announced clearly in a moderate tone, her eyes hopping from one tribe member to the next as she did so. Such words were almost odd coming from the young miqo'te's mouth, though they were nothing short of the truth. "Harsh times are upon us and Azeyma would further test our will and perseverance. Regardless of individual opinion, we are united in the belief that our tribe can and will continue to thrive" she continued while reigning a closed fist in to her chest to emphasise her words as her eyes continued to scan through each individual face as though personally directing her speech to every target that became trapped within her fiery gaze. "This meeting was called upon in the name of our tribe, with concern carried for the future well-being of our already decaying state" she added before pausing briefly, lowering her eyelids as though she were being lulled into a peaceful slumber. "Our situation is not ideal and while many options may exist for us, it is evident that none of them are choices any of us would readily make on a whim" the girl explained with some lament as she paused for another brief moment before slowly unveiling her crimson irises. Her gaze hopped once again from member to member, this time her expression resembled one more gentle and somber. "I seek not to patronize anyone here, but no one person knows what is best for us and the final decision made on this matter will not be one made out of selfish ideals or from mutual favours" K'nahli continued as her eyes then shift towards K'ile, as she prepared to address him particularly though not exclusively. "Brother K'ile, while I share with you in hesitation at the thought of subjecting ourselves to the aid of outsiders, it is not wise to dismiss such a path so rashly. The well-being and continued thriving of our tribe is of paramount concern. If it is deemed that accepting their help is our best option then we must be willing to embrace our grievances for the betterment of the tribe" K'nahli's brow furrowed once more as she addressed the tia, hoping to convey her sincerity in her reluctance to accept outside aid. The girl slowly removed her glance from the tia and looked before herself once more to address the majority of the congregated tribe. "I expect not of anyone here to come to like the decision on this matter, but I beseech to all of you that you embrace it wholly and not bicker against it. Regardless of what is decided, we must be united and support the decision if we are to thrive". K'nahli's glance then slowly met with that of K'mih's. Her bi-colour eyes had always given her an extraordinarily, gentle appearance as her enchanting gaze drew a beautiful infusion of fluorite and amethyst. The calamine-haired miqo'te had the most pacifying of effects on K'nahli whenever they would make eye contact. "Division.... will only be the catalyst to our own downfall" she added following a final, brief pause after having became momentarily trapped in her younger sister's gaze. K'nahli glanced back over her shoulder towards K'deiki offering her a brief nod before returning to her seat alongside K'yohko. She had no idea if her words would have any weight with anyone within the tribe. All she could do now was hope.