The Tia's ears perked at the beginning of K'nahli's compliment, or what had sounded like one. Despite how nice her voice actually felt when she had something good to say, he still did his best to maintain his serious expression of eternal annoyance. He added nothing like the clumsy, awkward boy he was, limiting himself to step aside and let her perform.
Despite his silence, there was actually a heart pounding crazily against his ribcage. Unblinking eyes followed K'nahli's every movement as she positioned herself and raised her bow; the longest seconds since the time he confessed his intentions. She looked heavily concentrated, and her movements weren't any less perfect than the usual. If he had the strength, she had the skill. And the wind, and the mind.
Seconds passed. Tension raised, begging for a release, that of an arrow that would mean everything. Suddenly and without warning, a whistle in the blue sky gave the signal. The game was about to end.
K'rahto's wide open eyes followed the arrow's course, silently wishing for it to fall as soon as possible. It felt like forever. The very moment it seemed to meet the ground, the impulsive boy started running in that direction. It'd only be a few more seconds before his fate would unfold in front of him.
And it did, and it petrified him.
The first arrow he found, the one which had landed first, was his own.
K'nahli's wasn't much further, but that short distance meant a world. She'd won, he'd lost.
The Tia remained in the spot, head slightly down, eyes glued to his traitorous arrow. He didn't know how to look at her now; he didn't want to be mocked, either. All he needed now was time. Time to lick his wounds, and to forget about K'nahli Yohko forever.
"You win," he finally said, firmly even if he kept avoiding her gaze. His own remained on his own arrow, still, engraving that image in his mind. K'rahto'd always wanted to be strong, and this was the time for it.
The game had lasted too much.
Despite his silence, there was actually a heart pounding crazily against his ribcage. Unblinking eyes followed K'nahli's every movement as she positioned herself and raised her bow; the longest seconds since the time he confessed his intentions. She looked heavily concentrated, and her movements weren't any less perfect than the usual. If he had the strength, she had the skill. And the wind, and the mind.
Seconds passed. Tension raised, begging for a release, that of an arrow that would mean everything. Suddenly and without warning, a whistle in the blue sky gave the signal. The game was about to end.
K'rahto's wide open eyes followed the arrow's course, silently wishing for it to fall as soon as possible. It felt like forever. The very moment it seemed to meet the ground, the impulsive boy started running in that direction. It'd only be a few more seconds before his fate would unfold in front of him.
And it did, and it petrified him.
The first arrow he found, the one which had landed first, was his own.
K'nahli's wasn't much further, but that short distance meant a world. She'd won, he'd lost.
The Tia remained in the spot, head slightly down, eyes glued to his traitorous arrow. He didn't know how to look at her now; he didn't want to be mocked, either. All he needed now was time. Time to lick his wounds, and to forget about K'nahli Yohko forever.
"You win," he finally said, firmly even if he kept avoiding her gaze. His own remained on his own arrow, still, engraving that image in his mind. K'rahto'd always wanted to be strong, and this was the time for it.
The game had lasted too much.
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Clover Blake (Hyur) /Â K'mih Yohko (Miqo'te)
