K'nahli was too much like her father. Put a Sand Drake before the woman and she's cool as ice, deliberate and confident. Talk to her when she's in a mood, though? She'll sprout razor spines and a shell thicker than dragonscale. It was the kind of weakness that reticent K'yohko carried like a plague and spread to his children. For all of the embers in her glare, K'nahli was just as afraid as K'mih, sometimes.
In those who possessed strength and will, meekness was a sin, and it dripped hideously from the down-turned gaze K'nahli offered her sister.
"The wind was carrying your voices toward camp," K'ile stated, settling himself in the place that K'nahli had indicated. "And my ears do not choose between sounds to hear. I do not resent your accusation, though. Wait until you've seen just how much guidance I need! It's humiliating!" He ended with a chuckle.
When he turned his gaze to K'mih, he saw a girl in desperate retreat as though pursued by Amal'jaa. At least her meekness was sincere. The blood of her grandfather K'thalen, even so deluded, was stronger than that of her father K'yohko, and it was easy to discern from which that honesty came.
"K'mih," he gave the girl a smile, "Come have your sister teach you as well! I'm afraid she's mad at me, and I wouldn't want to go into such danger alone." His red ears bounced a couple times and swiveled towards K'mih.
In those who possessed strength and will, meekness was a sin, and it dripped hideously from the down-turned gaze K'nahli offered her sister.
"The wind was carrying your voices toward camp," K'ile stated, settling himself in the place that K'nahli had indicated. "And my ears do not choose between sounds to hear. I do not resent your accusation, though. Wait until you've seen just how much guidance I need! It's humiliating!" He ended with a chuckle.
When he turned his gaze to K'mih, he saw a girl in desperate retreat as though pursued by Amal'jaa. At least her meekness was sincere. The blood of her grandfather K'thalen, even so deluded, was stronger than that of her father K'yohko, and it was easy to discern from which that honesty came.
"K'mih," he gave the girl a smile, "Come have your sister teach you as well! I'm afraid she's mad at me, and I wouldn't want to go into such danger alone." His red ears bounced a couple times and swiveled towards K'mih.
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