((OOC Note: The first part is prior to most if not all of you arriving at the gate, so K'nahli isn't particularly late))
The cooling sun slowly began its gradual descent, sinking ever so slowly from its perch high in the sky to once again be consumed by the sea of sand below.
*klunk*
A semi-rusted can gave a low, clattering sound as it was struck from it's position atop a rock by one of K'nahli's arrows before being reunited with the other targets that had been felled moments before it on the arid desert floor. K'nahli let out a sigh in fatigue as she lowered her bow, satisfied that she had trained enough for one evening. Wiping the sweat from her brow, she turned to face the glowing, ball of fire that hung in the Thanalan sky as it slowly began succumbing to the cold and dark embrace of night. Honestly speaking, she didn't want to go to the supposed meeting. She was tired and had little patience for childish fantasies of saving the tribe on a whim.
K'nahli sighed once more, now turning her gaze in the direction of the Sagoli gate. However, she knew that she couldn't disrespect her sister by not even humouring her with her presence. She remained doubtful but striving to pull some optimism from the moment she resolved with the hope that maybe she could be proved wrong. Latching her bow around her nimble frame once more, K'nahli began her lengthy trek towards the gate
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K'nahli arrived at the destination shortly before nightfall completely engulfed Sagoli. A shimmering beam of light struggled to continue illuminating the shape-shifting terrain as it peeked out above the dunes behind them. A few people had turned up it appeared, K'mih included. K'nahli was likely the last to arrive but she didn't appear to be late, an assumption drawn from the fact that the young miqo'te females continued talking amongst themselves, some happily, unknown to the older one's arrival. Drawing closer, she confirmed the identities of everyone present.
"I hope the travel was worth it, K'ailia. The secrecy seems somewhat undue to me"
K'nahli's familiar, irritated tone announced her presence to the younglings as she exited the shadow of the sheltering dune she had descended from. The pale light collected mysteriously on her face, allowing her identity to be clearly revealed had it not been obvious already from her voice.
"The sands shift hastily this night.." she announced in a slightly hushed tone, her face turning to analyze the ever-changing sea around her briefly before glancing back towards her fellow sisters.
"Let us not waste too much time. What would you say to us?"
The cooling sun slowly began its gradual descent, sinking ever so slowly from its perch high in the sky to once again be consumed by the sea of sand below.
*klunk*
A semi-rusted can gave a low, clattering sound as it was struck from it's position atop a rock by one of K'nahli's arrows before being reunited with the other targets that had been felled moments before it on the arid desert floor. K'nahli let out a sigh in fatigue as she lowered her bow, satisfied that she had trained enough for one evening. Wiping the sweat from her brow, she turned to face the glowing, ball of fire that hung in the Thanalan sky as it slowly began succumbing to the cold and dark embrace of night. Honestly speaking, she didn't want to go to the supposed meeting. She was tired and had little patience for childish fantasies of saving the tribe on a whim.
K'nahli sighed once more, now turning her gaze in the direction of the Sagoli gate. However, she knew that she couldn't disrespect her sister by not even humouring her with her presence. She remained doubtful but striving to pull some optimism from the moment she resolved with the hope that maybe she could be proved wrong. Latching her bow around her nimble frame once more, K'nahli began her lengthy trek towards the gate
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K'nahli arrived at the destination shortly before nightfall completely engulfed Sagoli. A shimmering beam of light struggled to continue illuminating the shape-shifting terrain as it peeked out above the dunes behind them. A few people had turned up it appeared, K'mih included. K'nahli was likely the last to arrive but she didn't appear to be late, an assumption drawn from the fact that the young miqo'te females continued talking amongst themselves, some happily, unknown to the older one's arrival. Drawing closer, she confirmed the identities of everyone present.
"I hope the travel was worth it, K'ailia. The secrecy seems somewhat undue to me"
K'nahli's familiar, irritated tone announced her presence to the younglings as she exited the shadow of the sheltering dune she had descended from. The pale light collected mysteriously on her face, allowing her identity to be clearly revealed had it not been obvious already from her voice.
"The sands shift hastily this night.." she announced in a slightly hushed tone, her face turning to analyze the ever-changing sea around her briefly before glancing back towards her fellow sisters.
"Let us not waste too much time. What would you say to us?"
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Characters: Andre Winter (Hy'ur) / K'nahli Yohko (Miqo'te)
