K'mih had been, indeed, quite a useless huntress. Just a happy looking miqo'te who would often find herself unrelated to the real problems her tribe had. She had yet to suffer many scars and it showed.
Her eyes fell on K'iara's strong figure for a moment, noticing her annoyance even if her words hadn't been clear. While intimidating to the young girl, that didn't seem to stop her; not at this moment. K'ile had given her permission, and hopefully she wouldn't steal much of his time anyway. With her gaze traveling down to the ground and her fingers toying with one another behind her back, K'mih maintained a soft smile when she spoke again.
"I've heard you plan to challenge my father soon. Is it true?"
[...]
As always, K'rahto had just been there, doing his thing. In this case, his thing involved taking care of their supplies while his sisters likely did some tourism around the place. So he stood beside the carriage with arms crossed, like a good and loyal guardian hound. The U tribe was famous for their springs, which he likely wouldn't be able to touch. It wasn't strange that his thoughts would return to K'nahli then. Would she try them...?
The Tia shook his head and lowered his gaze, frowning. It hadn't been K'nahli's body what caught his attention to start with. In fact, he'd barely paid attention to anything that wasn't her eyes back then. But, now, he'd lie if he didn't admit having secretly looked at her figure, at everything he'd never be able to have. Not even a mere touch from her skin would be granted to a Tia like himself; not even that.
It was maddening. She was. And all he could do about it was curse under his breath when no one was looking.
Her eyes fell on K'iara's strong figure for a moment, noticing her annoyance even if her words hadn't been clear. While intimidating to the young girl, that didn't seem to stop her; not at this moment. K'ile had given her permission, and hopefully she wouldn't steal much of his time anyway. With her gaze traveling down to the ground and her fingers toying with one another behind her back, K'mih maintained a soft smile when she spoke again.
"I've heard you plan to challenge my father soon. Is it true?"
[...]
As always, K'rahto had just been there, doing his thing. In this case, his thing involved taking care of their supplies while his sisters likely did some tourism around the place. So he stood beside the carriage with arms crossed, like a good and loyal guardian hound. The U tribe was famous for their springs, which he likely wouldn't be able to touch. It wasn't strange that his thoughts would return to K'nahli then. Would she try them...?
The Tia shook his head and lowered his gaze, frowning. It hadn't been K'nahli's body what caught his attention to start with. In fact, he'd barely paid attention to anything that wasn't her eyes back then. But, now, he'd lie if he didn't admit having secretly looked at her figure, at everything he'd never be able to have. Not even a mere touch from her skin would be granted to a Tia like himself; not even that.
It was maddening. She was. And all he could do about it was curse under his breath when no one was looking.
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Clover Blake (Hyur) /Â K'mih Yohko (Miqo'te)
