After K'mih's initial deception to find out that her sister's mother had come alone, she tried to pay attention to the meeting. It was important, and little did she know at that moment that this task would drive her to the edge of a headache.
Wise were the words she heard, and confusing the points made. The opposite stances from several members translated into pure chaos in the young Miqo'te's mind, unable to decide which of those opinions felt more right. Every time she heard a new point, she'd question the previous one.
Contrary to what she'd expected, the atmosphere grew hostile as minutes passed by. Watching her brothers and sisters argue with such aggressiveness made an impressionable Miqo'te like her really uncomfortable, even scared to open her mouth to say a word. She couldn't help but shrink on her sitting position, worry and sadness crossing her features.
What's more, K'ile's concern about the questionable intentions behind K'aila's offering also made her uneasy. In a mind like hers, the possibility of helping anyone just to obtain something not as good in return was unthinkable. When had the outside world become such a rotten place?
Perhaps it was the need to seek comfort what moved her eyes to the figure of her stoic father, and something even better was found by them. The effect was immediate-- K'mih's eyes brightened and opened wide at the sight of her missing sister K'nahli, unexpectedly sitting next to her father K'yohko. The young Miqo'te even tried to wave at her, the gesture timid in order not to get too much attention.
What would K'nahli be thinking about everything that was being said? She wondered. Perhaps her sister would shed some light into that confusing pool of undone thoughts that had become her mind.
The colour of the world chanced once more when K'mih's attention returned to the meeting. She was startled to find a pair of familiar eyes looking at her, as if they were expecting something, anything she didn't even know. Unconsciously, she shrunk again in something akin fear, head slightly down and eyes forced to look back at the Tia in submission.
She didn't want to speak, she didn't want to agree or disagree. She didn't want to be there.
("I'm so small...")
She thought again.
Wise were the words she heard, and confusing the points made. The opposite stances from several members translated into pure chaos in the young Miqo'te's mind, unable to decide which of those opinions felt more right. Every time she heard a new point, she'd question the previous one.
Contrary to what she'd expected, the atmosphere grew hostile as minutes passed by. Watching her brothers and sisters argue with such aggressiveness made an impressionable Miqo'te like her really uncomfortable, even scared to open her mouth to say a word. She couldn't help but shrink on her sitting position, worry and sadness crossing her features.
What's more, K'ile's concern about the questionable intentions behind K'aila's offering also made her uneasy. In a mind like hers, the possibility of helping anyone just to obtain something not as good in return was unthinkable. When had the outside world become such a rotten place?
Perhaps it was the need to seek comfort what moved her eyes to the figure of her stoic father, and something even better was found by them. The effect was immediate-- K'mih's eyes brightened and opened wide at the sight of her missing sister K'nahli, unexpectedly sitting next to her father K'yohko. The young Miqo'te even tried to wave at her, the gesture timid in order not to get too much attention.
What would K'nahli be thinking about everything that was being said? She wondered. Perhaps her sister would shed some light into that confusing pool of undone thoughts that had become her mind.
The colour of the world chanced once more when K'mih's attention returned to the meeting. She was startled to find a pair of familiar eyes looking at her, as if they were expecting something, anything she didn't even know. Unconsciously, she shrunk again in something akin fear, head slightly down and eyes forced to look back at the Tia in submission.
She didn't want to speak, she didn't want to agree or disagree. She didn't want to be there.
("I'm so small...")
She thought again.
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Clover Blake (Hyur) /Â K'mih Yohko (Miqo'te)
