K'rahto's rotten attitude was grating steadily on K'nahli's nerves. It only further undermined any possible meaning his challenge still loosely clung to. She twisted her head back over her shoulder sharply to glare back at the irritated form that stood spitefully behind her, her arms interlocking in the form of a stretch before her as she did so.
"If you dislike me so much, tia, then leave now and save us both the trouble" she retorted agitatedly with that familiar, burning and unwavering stare.
Having concluded her stretching, she reached down to collect her bow and retook her poised position, priming herself for the upcoming task by loosening her joints and rolling her fingers before they would find themselves gripping both arrow and string.
Her lips parted again to speak once more, though a crossing thought caused her to decide against it before any sound would escape. The challenge he suggested had little relevance in the real world. What good was distance without accuracy? What exactly was he hoping to impress her with in this particular contest? Regardless, she instead sighed quietly to herself. Perhaps she was being too mean, it certainly wasn't a gift that she offered exclusively. Maybe he needed at least one thing to succeed at within this whole challenge to make him feel better about the situation and save his pride from being shattered by the impending result.
"As you wish..." she finally added in a moderately, more passive tone.
Her glance turned toward him as she awaited him to take the lead and begin the first contest - and the sweltering morning - with the opening shot.
"If you dislike me so much, tia, then leave now and save us both the trouble" she retorted agitatedly with that familiar, burning and unwavering stare.
Having concluded her stretching, she reached down to collect her bow and retook her poised position, priming herself for the upcoming task by loosening her joints and rolling her fingers before they would find themselves gripping both arrow and string.
Her lips parted again to speak once more, though a crossing thought caused her to decide against it before any sound would escape. The challenge he suggested had little relevance in the real world. What good was distance without accuracy? What exactly was he hoping to impress her with in this particular contest? Regardless, she instead sighed quietly to herself. Perhaps she was being too mean, it certainly wasn't a gift that she offered exclusively. Maybe he needed at least one thing to succeed at within this whole challenge to make him feel better about the situation and save his pride from being shattered by the impending result.
"As you wish..." she finally added in a moderately, more passive tone.
Her glance turned toward him as she awaited him to take the lead and begin the first contest - and the sweltering morning - with the opening shot.
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Characters: Andre Winter (Hy'ur) / K'nahli Yohko (Miqo'te)
