K'nahli's chest suddenly seemed to tighten. It were even as though such a reaction came faster than her ears - already standing tall in vigilance -Â would prick up in alarm as a voice suddenly carried toward her from a very short distance away. She couldn't fight against her expressive features as her eyes came to suddenly grow much wider from their previously, narrowed and focused position, resulting in her surprise to become more than evident had her face been visible to this person who intruded on her moment of solace and thought.
K'rahto Tia. The unique and recently unnerving voice of a particular miqo'te, and one that K'nahli herself had become far, more accustomed to identifying than she'd have truly liked.
Little did the girl have to deal with this particular boy as of late, at least directly, and had she been the type of person to count her blessings then truly she'd have at least acknowledged that one, single, silver lining against what seemed to her as a perpetual fleet of ever-darkening, storm clouds. Though avoiding his presence forever would not be something that she could reasonably hope for, but even so... "why here and now?" she found herself asking with a hint of frustration as her eyes pressed down into the ground before her, removing themselves from the beasts as though they had suddenly stopped being important, stopped existing.
His arrival was preceded by the closest thing that she had to a good mood in several days... why was it that timing was always something that was decided upon so terribly for those who chose to consort with the girl?
The miqo'te's brief yet simple statement had yet to sink in with the girl. Her mind was too consumed with identifying the source of his highly discomforting feeling that she still found herself struggling against even now, that feeling that just seemed to writhe and twist through her very being - like an unwelcomed and discomforting parasite that simply would not relent with it's barbaric intent to make it's presence there as distressing as possible for the host.
"What...." K'nahli finally spluttered out before stalling in hesitation as she struggled to find any appropriate words to respond with.
Even had she still retained the capacity to be emotional, false anger might not have even been something she could muster against this particular miqo'te right now.... not while he was in this position where he commanded such a strange power over her. It was, in a way, infuriating that this pest could actually make her feel so horribly inside, but even while thinking that, the girl could simply not bring this feeling out of herself to fuel her usual, venomous flare of spite and anger to both dismiss and vengefully condemn him in the only way that she could. No, it was something far more than such a convenient reason, but still something that she struggled vehemently with so much as coming to understand.
He held the lance to her throat in such encounters, and she was but a disarmed fledgling whom knew not what to do.
"..if you were signalled as an additional scout then you would have best served us searching untrodden ground..." the girl finally muttered in response.
Though it was, in part, condemning his presence here, it was delivered with neither a scolding nor totally, disapproving tone, as much as she'd like to have given him any reason to move elsewhere; anywhere. Though in retrospect, it would not be as though such a manner would likely sway the tia in any case.
K'rahto Tia. The unique and recently unnerving voice of a particular miqo'te, and one that K'nahli herself had become far, more accustomed to identifying than she'd have truly liked.
Little did the girl have to deal with this particular boy as of late, at least directly, and had she been the type of person to count her blessings then truly she'd have at least acknowledged that one, single, silver lining against what seemed to her as a perpetual fleet of ever-darkening, storm clouds. Though avoiding his presence forever would not be something that she could reasonably hope for, but even so... "why here and now?" she found herself asking with a hint of frustration as her eyes pressed down into the ground before her, removing themselves from the beasts as though they had suddenly stopped being important, stopped existing.
His arrival was preceded by the closest thing that she had to a good mood in several days... why was it that timing was always something that was decided upon so terribly for those who chose to consort with the girl?
The miqo'te's brief yet simple statement had yet to sink in with the girl. Her mind was too consumed with identifying the source of his highly discomforting feeling that she still found herself struggling against even now, that feeling that just seemed to writhe and twist through her very being - like an unwelcomed and discomforting parasite that simply would not relent with it's barbaric intent to make it's presence there as distressing as possible for the host.
"What...." K'nahli finally spluttered out before stalling in hesitation as she struggled to find any appropriate words to respond with.
Even had she still retained the capacity to be emotional, false anger might not have even been something she could muster against this particular miqo'te right now.... not while he was in this position where he commanded such a strange power over her. It was, in a way, infuriating that this pest could actually make her feel so horribly inside, but even while thinking that, the girl could simply not bring this feeling out of herself to fuel her usual, venomous flare of spite and anger to both dismiss and vengefully condemn him in the only way that she could. No, it was something far more than such a convenient reason, but still something that she struggled vehemently with so much as coming to understand.
He held the lance to her throat in such encounters, and she was but a disarmed fledgling whom knew not what to do.
"..if you were signalled as an additional scout then you would have best served us searching untrodden ground..." the girl finally muttered in response.
Though it was, in part, condemning his presence here, it was delivered with neither a scolding nor totally, disapproving tone, as much as she'd like to have given him any reason to move elsewhere; anywhere. Though in retrospect, it would not be as though such a manner would likely sway the tia in any case.
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Characters: Andre Winter (Hy'ur) / K'nahli Yohko (Miqo'te)
