To K'mih, home was with her family, no matter the place. Her father, her mother, her sisters and brothers, everyone; everyone was walking the same path she did, through the sands they'd known for so long. And only the sands would be left behind, for every memory, every scar would follow them, like shackles they'd forever drag with their feet.
K'mih was a lucky miqo'te who knew nothing, thus very little was the weight she carried.
[...]
She'd heard about the U tribe oasis before, but it was the first time K'mih had the chance to see it with her own eyes. Perhaps, were the circumstances different, she might have appreciated the unfamiliar green and the mere idea of trying out the springs. It wasn't the right day for that, however. Not when several family members had been injured. Not when her dear sister K'nahli had been so silent. Not when...
Her eyes scanned the place, only stopping when they found the figure they'd been searching for. K'ile Tia, her ambitious uncle. The girl could feel her heart racing as she approached both him and K'iara, but she appeared calm when she spoke.
"Uncle, may I speak to you for a moment?"
The question was posed with a soft smile and hands crossed behind, her posture innocent and slightly shy. There was a reason behind her sweet attitude; she might have interrupted something important, but she really wanted to speak to K'ile.
K'mih was a lucky miqo'te who knew nothing, thus very little was the weight she carried.
[...]
She'd heard about the U tribe oasis before, but it was the first time K'mih had the chance to see it with her own eyes. Perhaps, were the circumstances different, she might have appreciated the unfamiliar green and the mere idea of trying out the springs. It wasn't the right day for that, however. Not when several family members had been injured. Not when her dear sister K'nahli had been so silent. Not when...
Her eyes scanned the place, only stopping when they found the figure they'd been searching for. K'ile Tia, her ambitious uncle. The girl could feel her heart racing as she approached both him and K'iara, but she appeared calm when she spoke.
"Uncle, may I speak to you for a moment?"
The question was posed with a soft smile and hands crossed behind, her posture innocent and slightly shy. There was a reason behind her sweet attitude; she might have interrupted something important, but she really wanted to speak to K'ile.
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Clover Blake (Hyur) /Â K'mih Yohko (Miqo'te)
