K'deiki swayed slowly as her granddaughter spoke, though the motion was so slight as to be almost unnoticeable. When a pause finally came, the old woman, former huntress and leader, mother, and elder, let out a long, wispy breath that seemed to steal all the strength from her frail bones and papery skin. K'makanee had not been the first of the tribe's family to cast themselves into exile, nor the last, and each one hung forever at the back of K'deiki's mind, their deeds and misdeeds constant reminders of the fallibility of their own lives. She had no regret for the exile, but she did regret their actions that led to it. They had lost so many in these recent years, and this loss made the reminder of earlier ones more poignant.
And now, perhaps, there had come a chance for K'makanee to redeem herself, in the form of her daughter.
"The girl would know nothing of our people or our way of life," K'jhanhi spoke suddenly, words harsh but tone not unkind. "She will be as a babe in these dunes, just like any outsider. And regardless of your confidence in her future as a huntress, she is one more hungry mouth and one more weight in the sand."
K'deiki winced inwardly, though her expression did not change. Instead she kept her clouded eyes on K'luha's form and followed the former nunh's words with her own after a brief pause, "We would have you bring her here before us, so that she may speak for herself and her abilities and aspirations."
And now, perhaps, there had come a chance for K'makanee to redeem herself, in the form of her daughter.
"The girl would know nothing of our people or our way of life," K'jhanhi spoke suddenly, words harsh but tone not unkind. "She will be as a babe in these dunes, just like any outsider. And regardless of your confidence in her future as a huntress, she is one more hungry mouth and one more weight in the sand."
K'deiki winced inwardly, though her expression did not change. Instead she kept her clouded eyes on K'luha's form and followed the former nunh's words with her own after a brief pause, "We would have you bring her here before us, so that she may speak for herself and her abilities and aspirations."
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"Song dogs barking at the break of dawn, lightning pushes the edges of a thunderstorm; and these streets, quiet as a sleeping army, send their battered dreams to heaven."
Hipparion Tribe (Sagolii)Â - Â Antimony Jhanhi's Wiki
