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He hadn't come to eat and K'iara thought it strange for her brother to miss a meager meal. He hadn't come to bed when she finally retired in the even, though this was less strange since K'iara retired very early so she might rise equally early. When he was still not asleep next to her however, K'iara grew worried.
Her thick red brows furrowed in concern as she examined the cold empty sheets next to her sleeping place. Where was that boy? Since their mother had died he had been so cold and angry. K'iara could both understand and fail to comprehend. She had been in the same tent as their mother after all. She had sustained similar injuries, and yet somehow pulled through. Sometimes she wondered if he would have been happier if their mother had lived and she had died.
But the thoughts died in her head. K'iara did not care for them because they were useless thoughts. She was alive. Their mother was dead. So too, their father.
Instead, she rose and scrubbed herself with soapweed and sand to keep clean. Fresh, she dressed in the clothing she wore the previous day and stepped out into the dusty morning sand. K'iara stretched out upon the sand for a time, her nose carefully picking up the morning scents of the desert. She could smell most of her family in their usual place, but the smell of K'rahto was further out. Not so far away she could not smell him, but far enough away it concerned her.
Pulling her bow over her chest and her quiver on her back and her axe at her hip, K'iara set out with light feet across the sands. Her movements scarcely left a trace of where she had come or where she went, and the sand did not betray her with sound as she moved.
Her brilliant blue eyes caught sight of her brother off in the distance, weary and yet determined. A determination set in his usual anger and introversion. K'iara carefully approached him, sure to not make a noise as she moved until she was just inches behind him and breathed a hot breath on his neck.
"K'rahto..." K'iara called softly, her voice a raspy breathy noise as it had been for the last five years. It was almost as a whisper in the wind, but she was sure it would be enough to startle him. And she was prepared for him to flail and either accidentally or on purpose hit her. To that end, she was ready to catch his wrists if she needed to.
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