K'luha grumped quietly as her niece helped her over to the water. She was grateful to reach it's warm edge, and more grateful still to shed her ragged clothing, retaining undergarments and such so as not to be too unsightly in front of strangers, and enter the warm water. K'luha settled down into it's cool freshness easily, and glanced to Tahj when she had properly considered the question.
"Well I'd think some sort of goat creature that we'd seen there. Maybe a billy or something I think it was called?" K'luha reached up to run her wet hands through her hair and sigh. "Ah, cool water. How I've missed being clean."
K'iara could only roll her eyes at her Uncle. He was far too stubborn. Both he and K'yohko were too stubborn for their collective goods. The huntress was sure between the two of them, they'd argue to death in a pit of sand drakes before either would actually budge to fight them.
K'iara flicked her tail backwards, her eyes shifting towards the small pink-haired mini huntress as she came. Unlike most people in the camp, K'iara couldn't particularly say she liked K'mih. The girl was pretty much useless for hunting, and really did nothing but look cute and expose her midsection. But K'iara supposed the boys needed something cute to look at or something. K'iara glanced down at herself, feeling somewhat self-conscious in the presence of the child. She looked dirty and gruff. With all her lack of curves and chest, and with all her muscles, K'iara was sure she could have just as easily passed for a Tia. And a damn better Tia than the rest of the lot.
"Hey, you know it's rude it interrupt people's conversations." K'iara muttered under her breath in a voice so gravelly it was unlikely anyone would understand it. Her normal voice was so raspy people had trouble understanding her when she spoke in the first place, not to mention the strain of speaking on her voice made her always speaking softly. But K'iara settled for looking a bit disgruntled and leaning back on one of the wagons.
K'yohko followed his grandmother's darkened finger with rapt attention. Jealousy? For some reason, K'yohko had not entirely pegged K'ile as a jealous sort. But he suppose it made sense when she put it in that manner. His eyes fell slowly back to the sands at his feet as her hand withdrew, his ears twitching softly with the sound of K'takka's voice.
"It has been a long time since being a Nunh has mattered..." K'yohko flicked his tail softly behind him, his eyes trembling as they looked at the sands. He could almost see his shameful form tainting the sands beneath him with a dark black poison. "I do not care about being Nunh. The better of us should win. It will be best for the tribe that way. I trust you Grandmother... I only feel a bit... lost right now. I worry that I am... not doing what is best for the tribe. I fear I cannot see so clearly as I used to..."
"Well I'd think some sort of goat creature that we'd seen there. Maybe a billy or something I think it was called?" K'luha reached up to run her wet hands through her hair and sigh. "Ah, cool water. How I've missed being clean."
K'iara could only roll her eyes at her Uncle. He was far too stubborn. Both he and K'yohko were too stubborn for their collective goods. The huntress was sure between the two of them, they'd argue to death in a pit of sand drakes before either would actually budge to fight them.
K'iara flicked her tail backwards, her eyes shifting towards the small pink-haired mini huntress as she came. Unlike most people in the camp, K'iara couldn't particularly say she liked K'mih. The girl was pretty much useless for hunting, and really did nothing but look cute and expose her midsection. But K'iara supposed the boys needed something cute to look at or something. K'iara glanced down at herself, feeling somewhat self-conscious in the presence of the child. She looked dirty and gruff. With all her lack of curves and chest, and with all her muscles, K'iara was sure she could have just as easily passed for a Tia. And a damn better Tia than the rest of the lot.
"Hey, you know it's rude it interrupt people's conversations." K'iara muttered under her breath in a voice so gravelly it was unlikely anyone would understand it. Her normal voice was so raspy people had trouble understanding her when she spoke in the first place, not to mention the strain of speaking on her voice made her always speaking softly. But K'iara settled for looking a bit disgruntled and leaning back on one of the wagons.
K'yohko followed his grandmother's darkened finger with rapt attention. Jealousy? For some reason, K'yohko had not entirely pegged K'ile as a jealous sort. But he suppose it made sense when she put it in that manner. His eyes fell slowly back to the sands at his feet as her hand withdrew, his ears twitching softly with the sound of K'takka's voice.
"It has been a long time since being a Nunh has mattered..." K'yohko flicked his tail softly behind him, his eyes trembling as they looked at the sands. He could almost see his shameful form tainting the sands beneath him with a dark black poison. "I do not care about being Nunh. The better of us should win. It will be best for the tribe that way. I trust you Grandmother... I only feel a bit... lost right now. I worry that I am... not doing what is best for the tribe. I fear I cannot see so clearly as I used to..."
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