Wounds heal with time and so too do scars fade. It had been four days. K'nahli had assured herself before laying her head down to rest on the night they had begun their departure that she would soon forget all and get on with everything else that was happening within their lives, the more pressing matters that concerned the tribe as a whole rather than just herself - as was one of her loathsome tendencies. Time, however, can be just as unforgiving as it can be be an effective healer of minds. Petty as she wanted to convince herself that her emotions at the time had been, they had only fermented into something more bitter that slowly drew through her like a thickening poison. She became more angry, more aspiring for the solitude she had - luckily - so far succeeded in claiming for herself for the majority of the trip. Very few words had been exchanged with her kin and more than likely, even if there was anyone to show any concern toward this particular girl's mood, they would never discern it from her usual brooding nature. She was, after all, K'yohko's firstborn child.
The warmth of Azeyma seemed less harsh in the upper reaches of Sagolii as it landed upon the pale, exposed portions of her skin with a less-than-common sensation of comfort. Or perhaps it was just in this particular spot where the U tribe had taken up residence. K'nahli's gaze wandered around herself, carrying a potent sharpness beneath her lowered brow as she studied the sons and daughters of the Drake tribe from the distance carefully. It didn't take long for her to decide on her personal impression of them. She loathed their chosen lifestyle.
Convenience and luxury had intentionally been made so readily available to them and yet they appeared to be more than content with that fact. It was disturbing. Had they no pride in their ancestors' culture? Their own heritage?
K'nahli blinked slowly, almost pompously, as an expression to her own disappointment. No doubt they had grown weaker as a result. Even Azeyma's ferocity had seemed to have grown weaker to spare them the burden of excessive heat, at least by Hipparion standards.
It was a pity.
Before arriving here she had set her mind on exploring and perhaps seeking out their warriors to learn something, anything from their ways. But now it was clear that there was nothing that they could offer her to earn her genuine interest. Their lifestyle was weak and shameless.
With a near-inaudible grunt of dissatisfaction, the girl's eyes briefly skimmed back over to the famous U tribe springs, a glorious yet modest body of azure that lay a moderate distance away from herself as it's refreshing sounds alongside the happy chirps of it's many participants once again reclaimed her focus. A thin sheet of brilliant, white light graciously lain down by the sun was iced across it's rippling surface and glistened magnificently as the water ceaselessly shifted and rolled with every small movement made by the happy miqo'te that bathed within. A light band of large trees, decorated with massive, lush green leaves stood tall out of the golden sands that gently slipped below the surface of the water's edge and encircled the spring at a respectful distance, with a few congregating more thickly in one corner and arching low enough to allow their foliage to take a modest sip of the refreshingly, cool water that resided below their emerald-tinted shade. In the centre lay a large boulder, bleached almost entirely white by the sun's rays and revealing grainy traces of minerals which shimmered dimly in the light that caught them. The boulder's summit had been covered with a thick bedding of shrubbery and moss that hung lazily down over the decorative rock's smooth descending edges that provided a comfortable rest for any to lay their back against.
For the briefest of moment's, the girl's expression softened mildly. The sound of it's splashing was unlike any that she had ever heard before. Nothing that could be compared against the measly sounds one would hear bouncing uncomfortably against the containers which they would drink from. No, the sounds of the spring were much more different and unique, like a soft yet inconsistent melody that seduced all into looking it's way to earn their immediate affection. Never had she bathed in such a way and without knowing of how it would even feel like, it seemed oddly alluring to the girl, far beyond the mere curiosity that it naturally bestowed upon her as it had with many of her kin. It's unparalleled beauty stabbed at her inner temptations incessantly as she silently fought to subdue them. The gentle sounds of it's trickling and splashing reverberated so loudly within her head, as though it were calling for her to explore it's joys and comforts that were yet unknown to her and escape all other thought.
".........."
With a hesitant jerk of her head, however, the girl finally managed to tear her gaze away from the springs.
Such thoughts were to be hidden away, even to herself, beneath her own pride.
An unusual pride that seemed to have falsely grown more prominent in recent days alongside her anger and frustrations.
Continuing to ignore the existence of her curiosities and innocent desires, the maroon-eyed huntress remained idle amidst the bustling activity of her tribekin whom had all involved themselves with their own individual tasks and leisures. She had distanced herself just enough so as to hopefully not be picked up on to aid with any idle and unimportant activity by anyone nearby, but also not so far that she stood out to any who would happen to survey the distance. Wearing a discontented expression, the girl gripped the elbow of the arm that hung loosely by her side as she loitered around without apparent intent. The reality of her own situation, her own choice of lifestyle following the calamity, was suddenly becoming very clear to the girl. The thought of such a scenario, in truth, had always known to her - it's presence a niggling fear that hid away in a dark corner at the back of her mind should anything ever happen; though now that something finally had happened, as disproportionate as it had been to her idea of "anything", it had struck a painful chord with the girl.
Without K'mih to talk to and with K'rahto behaving oddly, she had nowhere to lay her trust and comfort. Four days of thinking had caused her enough damage. She couldn't stand the thought of isolating herself further to leave herself alone to such thoughts again. She needed a distraction.
For the first time in a long time, K'nahli actually wished she had made more of an effort. Had worked harder so that maybe, at a time like this, she would have someone else to turn to. She wished that she had more friends.
The warmth of Azeyma seemed less harsh in the upper reaches of Sagolii as it landed upon the pale, exposed portions of her skin with a less-than-common sensation of comfort. Or perhaps it was just in this particular spot where the U tribe had taken up residence. K'nahli's gaze wandered around herself, carrying a potent sharpness beneath her lowered brow as she studied the sons and daughters of the Drake tribe from the distance carefully. It didn't take long for her to decide on her personal impression of them. She loathed their chosen lifestyle.
Convenience and luxury had intentionally been made so readily available to them and yet they appeared to be more than content with that fact. It was disturbing. Had they no pride in their ancestors' culture? Their own heritage?
K'nahli blinked slowly, almost pompously, as an expression to her own disappointment. No doubt they had grown weaker as a result. Even Azeyma's ferocity had seemed to have grown weaker to spare them the burden of excessive heat, at least by Hipparion standards.
It was a pity.
Before arriving here she had set her mind on exploring and perhaps seeking out their warriors to learn something, anything from their ways. But now it was clear that there was nothing that they could offer her to earn her genuine interest. Their lifestyle was weak and shameless.
With a near-inaudible grunt of dissatisfaction, the girl's eyes briefly skimmed back over to the famous U tribe springs, a glorious yet modest body of azure that lay a moderate distance away from herself as it's refreshing sounds alongside the happy chirps of it's many participants once again reclaimed her focus. A thin sheet of brilliant, white light graciously lain down by the sun was iced across it's rippling surface and glistened magnificently as the water ceaselessly shifted and rolled with every small movement made by the happy miqo'te that bathed within. A light band of large trees, decorated with massive, lush green leaves stood tall out of the golden sands that gently slipped below the surface of the water's edge and encircled the spring at a respectful distance, with a few congregating more thickly in one corner and arching low enough to allow their foliage to take a modest sip of the refreshingly, cool water that resided below their emerald-tinted shade. In the centre lay a large boulder, bleached almost entirely white by the sun's rays and revealing grainy traces of minerals which shimmered dimly in the light that caught them. The boulder's summit had been covered with a thick bedding of shrubbery and moss that hung lazily down over the decorative rock's smooth descending edges that provided a comfortable rest for any to lay their back against.
For the briefest of moment's, the girl's expression softened mildly. The sound of it's splashing was unlike any that she had ever heard before. Nothing that could be compared against the measly sounds one would hear bouncing uncomfortably against the containers which they would drink from. No, the sounds of the spring were much more different and unique, like a soft yet inconsistent melody that seduced all into looking it's way to earn their immediate affection. Never had she bathed in such a way and without knowing of how it would even feel like, it seemed oddly alluring to the girl, far beyond the mere curiosity that it naturally bestowed upon her as it had with many of her kin. It's unparalleled beauty stabbed at her inner temptations incessantly as she silently fought to subdue them. The gentle sounds of it's trickling and splashing reverberated so loudly within her head, as though it were calling for her to explore it's joys and comforts that were yet unknown to her and escape all other thought.
".........."
With a hesitant jerk of her head, however, the girl finally managed to tear her gaze away from the springs.
Such thoughts were to be hidden away, even to herself, beneath her own pride.
An unusual pride that seemed to have falsely grown more prominent in recent days alongside her anger and frustrations.
Continuing to ignore the existence of her curiosities and innocent desires, the maroon-eyed huntress remained idle amidst the bustling activity of her tribekin whom had all involved themselves with their own individual tasks and leisures. She had distanced herself just enough so as to hopefully not be picked up on to aid with any idle and unimportant activity by anyone nearby, but also not so far that she stood out to any who would happen to survey the distance. Wearing a discontented expression, the girl gripped the elbow of the arm that hung loosely by her side as she loitered around without apparent intent. The reality of her own situation, her own choice of lifestyle following the calamity, was suddenly becoming very clear to the girl. The thought of such a scenario, in truth, had always known to her - it's presence a niggling fear that hid away in a dark corner at the back of her mind should anything ever happen; though now that something finally had happened, as disproportionate as it had been to her idea of "anything", it had struck a painful chord with the girl.
Without K'mih to talk to and with K'rahto behaving oddly, she had nowhere to lay her trust and comfort. Four days of thinking had caused her enough damage. She couldn't stand the thought of isolating herself further to leave herself alone to such thoughts again. She needed a distraction.
For the first time in a long time, K'nahli actually wished she had made more of an effort. Had worked harder so that maybe, at a time like this, she would have someone else to turn to. She wished that she had more friends.
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Characters: Andre Winter (Hy'ur) / K'nahli Yohko (Miqo'te)
