K'nahli merely offered a nod in acceptance when K'ile gave a rather simple but reasonable explanation for overhearing their private conversation. Her eyes followed him closely while he took position before her, a more calm expression soon following across her features.
"Sorry" is what she wanted to say to the man. It was clear that he genuinely posed no malice with his arrival, though her burdened mind would not allow her to so easily retreat into a submissive or defeatist state. She began positioning herself next to the male, her body closely shadowing his as she prepared to steady and guide his form from the very beginning. K'ile, however, was not ready to begin just yet. Turning around to face the younger sister, he passed along an invitation to K'mih in K'nahli's stead, maintaining a passive and calm posture while he shared a sweet smile with her. K'nahli's eyes quickly widened in surprise as her head shot towards K'mih in anxious anticipation of her answer. Her hopes were hardly peaked however, surely the girl would answer with:
-"No.. I'm okay, thank you"-
-"I'm fine just watching!"-
-"I'll only get in the way!"-
...or anything dismissive. K'nahli should have known from the beginning. A girl like K'mih would soon lose interest in putting up with someone like her. She was totally undeserving of her friendship. She had nothing to offer her younger sister.
“Could you teach me as well, K’nahli?â€
The words genuinely came as a shock to K'nahli. Blinking a few times in disbelief, the girl continued watching her younger sister with a visibly, surprised expression as she loitered in complete distrust of her own hearing.
After a moment of silence, K'nahli breathed out softly with relief while a gentle smile slowly creeped across her face. What was wrong with her? Of course K'mih hadn't lost interest. The girl had stuck with her faithfully even after K'yhaega's death. K'mih was not so shallow as to abandon K'nahli that easily. If anything, K'nahli was in the wrong for having less faith in her sister.
Reaching down for the bow she had dropped earlier, K'nahli gripped it lightly and discreetly attempted to wipe away the faded traces of blood that remained clinging to the wood. Then, with the company of a warm nod, she presented the bow out towards her sister gingerly in happy acceptance to her request.
"Thank you..." she finally managed to whisper quietly to the tia from the corner of her mouth.
No eye contact was made, though she felt that K'ile, perhaps, had a much keener perception than she had given him credit for. Something she, at least, was truly grateful for in that moment.
"Sorry" is what she wanted to say to the man. It was clear that he genuinely posed no malice with his arrival, though her burdened mind would not allow her to so easily retreat into a submissive or defeatist state. She began positioning herself next to the male, her body closely shadowing his as she prepared to steady and guide his form from the very beginning. K'ile, however, was not ready to begin just yet. Turning around to face the younger sister, he passed along an invitation to K'mih in K'nahli's stead, maintaining a passive and calm posture while he shared a sweet smile with her. K'nahli's eyes quickly widened in surprise as her head shot towards K'mih in anxious anticipation of her answer. Her hopes were hardly peaked however, surely the girl would answer with:
-"No.. I'm okay, thank you"-
-"I'm fine just watching!"-
-"I'll only get in the way!"-
...or anything dismissive. K'nahli should have known from the beginning. A girl like K'mih would soon lose interest in putting up with someone like her. She was totally undeserving of her friendship. She had nothing to offer her younger sister.
“Could you teach me as well, K’nahli?â€
The words genuinely came as a shock to K'nahli. Blinking a few times in disbelief, the girl continued watching her younger sister with a visibly, surprised expression as she loitered in complete distrust of her own hearing.
After a moment of silence, K'nahli breathed out softly with relief while a gentle smile slowly creeped across her face. What was wrong with her? Of course K'mih hadn't lost interest. The girl had stuck with her faithfully even after K'yhaega's death. K'mih was not so shallow as to abandon K'nahli that easily. If anything, K'nahli was in the wrong for having less faith in her sister.
Reaching down for the bow she had dropped earlier, K'nahli gripped it lightly and discreetly attempted to wipe away the faded traces of blood that remained clinging to the wood. Then, with the company of a warm nod, she presented the bow out towards her sister gingerly in happy acceptance to her request.
"Thank you..." she finally managed to whisper quietly to the tia from the corner of her mouth.
No eye contact was made, though she felt that K'ile, perhaps, had a much keener perception than she had given him credit for. Something she, at least, was truly grateful for in that moment.
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Characters: Andre Winter (Hy'ur) / K'nahli Yohko (Miqo'te)
