K'nahli breathed a soft, sigh of relief as the two men succeeded in subduing the persistent beast. Her ruby eyes rose to glance upon K'yohko, studying him intently as thoughts of appreciation briefly crossed her mind. Her initial reluctance towards jumping in to aid K'ile had been concealed by his valiant efforts at least, and hopefully the tia hadn't noticed. It wasn't long before her expression had quickly grown into something more of discontentment, however. She had not forgotten about the brief conversation she had shared with her younger sister before both men had intruded upon their secluded spot; of course not, how could she? With that in mind, she removed her gaze from her father and instead turned it upon the small and silent form that had seemingly had at some point strayed from behind the protective barrier that her older sister's body had provided.
K'nahli's lips parted as if to address her sister. However, she was stopped in her tracks by K'mih herself.
".....!"
Before she had the chance to speak, K'mih had nervously spluttered her words of thanks to K'yohko right before excusing herself and speeding off into the distance in the direction of their camp.
"K'mih..!"
K'nahli called out towards her sister while extending an arm out as if to grab her. Her glimmering eyes revealed nothing short of worry for her fleeting sister, though there seemed to be little point in pursuing her - as would otherwise be her natural reaction. She simply needed to get away from the uncomfortable situation that K'yohko's presence had imparted upon them both. The young archer's hand slowly dropped back down by her side reluctantly. She watched as her sister's small form slowly fleeted further and further from the group while remaining lost in her own world of eternal concern for the pink-haired miqo'te.
K'nahli blinked a number of times before turning her focus back on K'yohko; her expression had grown noticeably more agitated as she looked upon his athletic form. She glared at him fiercely, her piercing eyes of deep crimson glowing alight with that rather common, fiery gaze which she was never shy to display when someone had successfully earned her agitation.
"I would thank you not to chase your quarry so mindlessly in our direction in the future, K'yohko" the girl spoke sharply as she folded her arms across her chest, running her eyes over his form in distaste before snapping head head away to face off into the distance.
K'nahli's lips parted as if to address her sister. However, she was stopped in her tracks by K'mih herself.
".....!"
Before she had the chance to speak, K'mih had nervously spluttered her words of thanks to K'yohko right before excusing herself and speeding off into the distance in the direction of their camp.
"K'mih..!"
K'nahli called out towards her sister while extending an arm out as if to grab her. Her glimmering eyes revealed nothing short of worry for her fleeting sister, though there seemed to be little point in pursuing her - as would otherwise be her natural reaction. She simply needed to get away from the uncomfortable situation that K'yohko's presence had imparted upon them both. The young archer's hand slowly dropped back down by her side reluctantly. She watched as her sister's small form slowly fleeted further and further from the group while remaining lost in her own world of eternal concern for the pink-haired miqo'te.
K'nahli blinked a number of times before turning her focus back on K'yohko; her expression had grown noticeably more agitated as she looked upon his athletic form. She glared at him fiercely, her piercing eyes of deep crimson glowing alight with that rather common, fiery gaze which she was never shy to display when someone had successfully earned her agitation.
"I would thank you not to chase your quarry so mindlessly in our direction in the future, K'yohko" the girl spoke sharply as she folded her arms across her chest, running her eyes over his form in distaste before snapping head head away to face off into the distance.
Characters: Andre Winter (Hy'ur) / K'nahli Yohko (Miqo'te)