No matter how long K’mih would spend with her sister, that strong temper would never cease to surprise and amaze her. With no fear, K’nahli had dared to speak clearly to K’ile, questioning his presence and his intentions. It was something K’mih could have never been able to do, mainly because she wasn’t one to mistrust others; she had assumed that it’d been her fault if another Miqo’te had head their conversation. Her sister’s words, however, rang an alarm in the Miqo’te’s confused mind.
K’nahli called her name right after, getting attention from eyes that rose in a still slightly down face. Her sentence, however, was never finished. Was she mad at her?
In such worrisome thoughts she was when K’ile spoke again. Much to K’mih’s surprise, he proposed for K’nahli to teach the two of them. It was odd. Just a moment ago, the young Miqo’te had mistrusted the Tia; now she couldn’t help but to perceive an attempt to cheer her up, to fix things between her and her dear sister. Perhaps he didn’t mean to make her sad to start with. Perhaps K’nahli had been too harsh.
K’mih’s initial surprise was quickly replaced by a hopeful and thankful smile, her gaze traveling from K’ile to her sister. “Could you teach me as well, K’nahli?â€
The thorny subject seemed to have been cast aside for now, if not from their minds, at least from their throats. K’mih believed –wanted to believe- that she’d learned a lesson.
K’nahli called her name right after, getting attention from eyes that rose in a still slightly down face. Her sentence, however, was never finished. Was she mad at her?
In such worrisome thoughts she was when K’ile spoke again. Much to K’mih’s surprise, he proposed for K’nahli to teach the two of them. It was odd. Just a moment ago, the young Miqo’te had mistrusted the Tia; now she couldn’t help but to perceive an attempt to cheer her up, to fix things between her and her dear sister. Perhaps he didn’t mean to make her sad to start with. Perhaps K’nahli had been too harsh.
K’mih’s initial surprise was quickly replaced by a hopeful and thankful smile, her gaze traveling from K’ile to her sister. “Could you teach me as well, K’nahli?â€
The thorny subject seemed to have been cast aside for now, if not from their minds, at least from their throats. K’mih believed –wanted to believe- that she’d learned a lesson.
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Clover Blake (Hyur) /Â K'mih Yohko (Miqo'te)
