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Silence had never been this painful, this deadly. K’mih had searched for K’nahli’s gaze trying to find comfort, trying to understand the final look her mother gave her when she realized that her daughter’s inquiry had been actually serious; one of anger and fear, as if for a moment she couldn’t recognize her own child. What she found in K’nahli, however, was even worse.
Her reactions, the look in her eyes and even her sudden whimper-- everything seemed to describe how ugly K’mih had painted the world with just a question. It left the young Miqo’te completely frozen on the spot, eyes well open and lips slightly parted. There was a storm inside her sister, there was disgust; K’mih could see that much.
“Sister…†she said with a frozen, shocked stare, her voice barely rising. “…You’re bleeding…â€
Why did it have to happen like this? Why did it have to be so painful? How could her deep respect for her father be so wrong? K’mih had been taught that every female Miqo’te had to give herself to the Nunh, for this one was the strongest and most capable; the best man. That was what her father was to her. She’d learned to admire and love him above any other male-- he was the Nunh. Furthermore, K’mih was scared of venturing into the unknown, dark path of adulthood, and her father was the most familiar and comforting male figure she’d ever known. The more K’mih thought about it, the more difficult it was to picture herself with anyone else. Was it wrong that she could only choose him?
Why was K’nahli still silent? Why was she…?
(“You don’t… want K’yohko for any other reason… right?â€)
“Eh…?â€
That earned a reaction from K’mih. A blink, followed by more thoughts. Her eyes, albeit still aimed at her sister, were no longer seeing her.
Any other reason? Should there be…? …Could there be…?
(“Strange is a word for it.â€)
Another voice resounded in the wind, ears that caught words which should have remained a secret. K’mih’s gaze turned to meet K’ile, the punisher, and it was the first time she felt pure fear about what she’d just said. Albeit her intention had been innocent, she’d had time to realize how wrong others considered her thoughts. Quickly, she lowered her gaze to the ground with guilt, eyes wide open and body tense.
K’ile spoke of what kind of fate awaited those who decided to take a forbidden path, his tone melting like a threat in K’mih’s ears. It hadn’t been her intention, she didn’t know. She didn’t know. She wanted to tell him that she wouldn’t do anything wrong, but a nod from her head was everything she could manage. The next thing she heard was K’ile talking to her sister about a completely different matter, leaving a silent K’mih with her own personal storm.
It should be alright. He wasn’t going to punish her, for she hadn’t done anything bad.
Silence had never been this painful, this deadly. K’mih had searched for K’nahli’s gaze trying to find comfort, trying to understand the final look her mother gave her when she realized that her daughter’s inquiry had been actually serious; one of anger and fear, as if for a moment she couldn’t recognize her own child. What she found in K’nahli, however, was even worse.
Her reactions, the look in her eyes and even her sudden whimper-- everything seemed to describe how ugly K’mih had painted the world with just a question. It left the young Miqo’te completely frozen on the spot, eyes well open and lips slightly parted. There was a storm inside her sister, there was disgust; K’mih could see that much.
“Sister…†she said with a frozen, shocked stare, her voice barely rising. “…You’re bleeding…â€
Why did it have to happen like this? Why did it have to be so painful? How could her deep respect for her father be so wrong? K’mih had been taught that every female Miqo’te had to give herself to the Nunh, for this one was the strongest and most capable; the best man. That was what her father was to her. She’d learned to admire and love him above any other male-- he was the Nunh. Furthermore, K’mih was scared of venturing into the unknown, dark path of adulthood, and her father was the most familiar and comforting male figure she’d ever known. The more K’mih thought about it, the more difficult it was to picture herself with anyone else. Was it wrong that she could only choose him?
Why was K’nahli still silent? Why was she…?
(“You don’t… want K’yohko for any other reason… right?â€)
“Eh…?â€
That earned a reaction from K’mih. A blink, followed by more thoughts. Her eyes, albeit still aimed at her sister, were no longer seeing her.
Any other reason? Should there be…? …Could there be…?
(“Strange is a word for it.â€)
Another voice resounded in the wind, ears that caught words which should have remained a secret. K’mih’s gaze turned to meet K’ile, the punisher, and it was the first time she felt pure fear about what she’d just said. Albeit her intention had been innocent, she’d had time to realize how wrong others considered her thoughts. Quickly, she lowered her gaze to the ground with guilt, eyes wide open and body tense.
K’ile spoke of what kind of fate awaited those who decided to take a forbidden path, his tone melting like a threat in K’mih’s ears. It hadn’t been her intention, she didn’t know. She didn’t know. She wanted to tell him that she wouldn’t do anything wrong, but a nod from her head was everything she could manage. The next thing she heard was K’ile talking to her sister about a completely different matter, leaving a silent K’mih with her own personal storm.
It should be alright. He wasn’t going to punish her, for she hadn’t done anything bad.
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Clover Blake (Hyur) /Â K'mih Yohko (Miqo'te)
