The boy's gaze half turned to her when her hand was placed on his shoulder. K'iara was strong... perhaps stronger than what K'rahto would ever be, but this was a fact he didn't want to acknowledge. Not fully.
Her words, however, didn't seek to mock him or bother him with further inquires. She was merely worried about his health, nothing more. Not because he was weak, not because he was a mess. He was just her brother.
"..................."
K'rahto's eyes travelled away from her and down to the ground. His frown softened slightly, albeit it never left. Maybe he'd been succumbing to desperation. Maybe he still was when the impulse to speak guided his thoughts and voice after long seconds. The sound was softer than the usual, though it wasn't devoid of defensive strokes. Admitting his weakness wasn't easy, and it was shown.
"I need to become a great archer in 4 days. It's something I just have to do..." he confessed, not adding more details than what were necessary. K'nahli Yohko had made him swallow his pride in more than one way, and her unreachable image was driving him insane. This was no game; if he truly wanted to have any chance to succeed, if he didn't want to lose her forever, he found himself with no other choice than to push his pride away for a little longer and ask now.
"Could you...?"
His frown deepened. His fierce eyes got the courage to raise from the ground to his sister's calm gaze, contrasting everything she was. His voice came out as an aggressive, determined sound that sought no pity.
"Could you teach me everything you know about archery?!"
If there was something clear and unquestionable about this situation, that was how deadly serious K'rahto Tia seemed to be.
Her words, however, didn't seek to mock him or bother him with further inquires. She was merely worried about his health, nothing more. Not because he was weak, not because he was a mess. He was just her brother.
"..................."
K'rahto's eyes travelled away from her and down to the ground. His frown softened slightly, albeit it never left. Maybe he'd been succumbing to desperation. Maybe he still was when the impulse to speak guided his thoughts and voice after long seconds. The sound was softer than the usual, though it wasn't devoid of defensive strokes. Admitting his weakness wasn't easy, and it was shown.
"I need to become a great archer in 4 days. It's something I just have to do..." he confessed, not adding more details than what were necessary. K'nahli Yohko had made him swallow his pride in more than one way, and her unreachable image was driving him insane. This was no game; if he truly wanted to have any chance to succeed, if he didn't want to lose her forever, he found himself with no other choice than to push his pride away for a little longer and ask now.
"Could you...?"
His frown deepened. His fierce eyes got the courage to raise from the ground to his sister's calm gaze, contrasting everything she was. His voice came out as an aggressive, determined sound that sought no pity.
"Could you teach me everything you know about archery?!"
If there was something clear and unquestionable about this situation, that was how deadly serious K'rahto Tia seemed to be.
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Clover Blake (Hyur) /Â K'mih Yohko (Miqo'te)
