K'takka's words sent ice down her spice. People she lost... K'luha visibly cringed, twisting her tail until it burned lightly to ease the anxiety and pain off. She couldn't... putting Tahj with someone else? Luha looked helplessly to her Grandmother. Who would take in Tahj? She could... understand the elders wanted to put Tahj with someone else when K'luha had failed to raise K'ailia properly but... at the same time. It was her sister's daughter. She had... Maka would have wanted K'luha to raise her, wouldn't she of?
K'yohko going after K'ile? No, that wasn't... K'ile wouldn't survive. As much as K'luha had a certain grudged against the nunh, she respected his strength and unmoving nature. She somehow felt that K'ile wouldn't just... give back those trinkets... and she also felt K'yohko was not above ripping K'ile's arm off to retrieve them.
"No,no,no,no!" K'luha insisted fervently, shaking her head. "It IS my fault he left. I can find him. Just... K-k'ailia wanted her things back. Let me just go to Ul'dah. I-i'll give her her things and then I'll find K'ile. Please. Please? Grandmother, please. K'ile won't just hand them over, especially not to K'yohko. They have bad blood, you know that. Grandmother please... just let me... I can find him. I can fix this." K'luha pleaded desperately towards K'deiki. K'takka wouldn't listen to her, she seemed to have already made her decision, but maybe... maybe her Grandmother would listen. "Let me go... and you can decide who... who would raise Tahj the best. I won't object that but just... l-let me fix this."
K'yohko paused, his ears twitching lightly with the subtle shift of the wind. He watched Tahj enter the tent, and when she did not come out he peered inside. Alseep, so soon? She was rather young... not yet used to the heavy heat and stale air.
He made a silent promise to himself. He would be the one to teach her to hunt this time. She was his daughter, and he would pass on his knowledge to her. Perhaps that meant that he favored her, but it was not so in his mind. Only that she seemed the proper person in need to teaching.
And with that, he closed the tent's flap and walked back to the elder's tent. His ears picked up the sound of pleading and panic, but he crossed his arms in front of his chest and stood watch regardless. His eyes picked out the tracks of his family, K'zhumi and K'iara heading off to the desert. Perhaps to collect some much needed supplies. His eyes fell to the hunting females still in the process of skinning and smoking what meager meat they had for dinner. They would eat tonight. Perhaps not well, but food was food and K'yohko had seen worse.
K'yohko going after K'ile? No, that wasn't... K'ile wouldn't survive. As much as K'luha had a certain grudged against the nunh, she respected his strength and unmoving nature. She somehow felt that K'ile wouldn't just... give back those trinkets... and she also felt K'yohko was not above ripping K'ile's arm off to retrieve them.
"No,no,no,no!" K'luha insisted fervently, shaking her head. "It IS my fault he left. I can find him. Just... K-k'ailia wanted her things back. Let me just go to Ul'dah. I-i'll give her her things and then I'll find K'ile. Please. Please? Grandmother, please. K'ile won't just hand them over, especially not to K'yohko. They have bad blood, you know that. Grandmother please... just let me... I can find him. I can fix this." K'luha pleaded desperately towards K'deiki. K'takka wouldn't listen to her, she seemed to have already made her decision, but maybe... maybe her Grandmother would listen. "Let me go... and you can decide who... who would raise Tahj the best. I won't object that but just... l-let me fix this."
K'yohko paused, his ears twitching lightly with the subtle shift of the wind. He watched Tahj enter the tent, and when she did not come out he peered inside. Alseep, so soon? She was rather young... not yet used to the heavy heat and stale air.
He made a silent promise to himself. He would be the one to teach her to hunt this time. She was his daughter, and he would pass on his knowledge to her. Perhaps that meant that he favored her, but it was not so in his mind. Only that she seemed the proper person in need to teaching.
And with that, he closed the tent's flap and walked back to the elder's tent. His ears picked up the sound of pleading and panic, but he crossed his arms in front of his chest and stood watch regardless. His eyes picked out the tracks of his family, K'zhumi and K'iara heading off to the desert. Perhaps to collect some much needed supplies. His eyes fell to the hunting females still in the process of skinning and smoking what meager meat they had for dinner. They would eat tonight. Perhaps not well, but food was food and K'yohko had seen worse.
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