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K'luha scowled sourly as she proceeded to unload the thick waterproof sacks that contained precious, lifegiving water. Had she not sacraficed everything for the tribe? Hadn't everyone here sacraficed everything for the tribe? For K'ile to have that kind of attitude infuriated her. What was worse, was that she barely even saw K'ailia anymore. K'ailia was becoming someone she didn't know anymore. Her own daughter, she felt as if she was loosing her.Â
With a heavy thud, K'luha placed the crate of medicine in front of her tent and knelt down to inspect the contents. She could hear steps approaching her and frowning down at the crate. She had expected someone to come and reprimand her at her immature explosion. K'luha looked up to K'ailia and blinked, she didn't expect K'ailia to come after her. Not when K'ailia had something to fight for with the rest of the tribe.Â
The mother stood and dusted herself off as K'ailia asked her for a moment to speak. Part of her didn't want to talk to her daughter, but she couldn't find it in her to ever deny K'ailia anything if she could help it.Â
"What is it?" K'luha questioned running a hand through her hair, exasperated.
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