Miqo'te may have a strong sense of smell that can pick up on scents that the other races of Eorzea might not even notice, but their noses usually aren't as keen as a hound's. If Kiht could track a scent like a hound then she would have found Yabi'to by now. She knew a male Miqo'te was near, but couldn't have easily found his exact location if he hadn't revealed himself.
Kiht had expected the male to either continue hiding, or rise from a resting spot in the tall brush. She did not; however, expect him to seemingly appear out of nowhere. Despite the fact that she knew he was nearby, she was still taken by surprise when he spoke.
When she heard him, she took a startled step back with her ears mimicking his by flattening back against her head. His posture seemed threatening at first glance. His ears were back which was a sign of his fight or flight reflex in full preparedness. His fists were clenched and his tail was twitching.
However, what he said betrayed his true feelings, "O-over here. I'm not a threatâ€. His tone of voice revealed that he was possibly fearful, but certainly not enraged. And no wonder... He was one of the smallest males Kiht had ever seen; perhaps he was still an adolescent? Regardless, Kiht would not hold that against him as she was quite small herself; barely five fulms tall. However, he seemed like he was alone, and he didn't look like a warrior or hunter type. What was he doing out here?
She relaxed quickly after mentally processing his words. Her ears perked up, and her expression lightened from one of surprise to one of genuine curiosity. Instead of immediately responding to him, she briefly examined him. She started by looking into his eyes that were nearly shrouded by white-tipped grey locks, hanging down his forehead as long bangs. Red Keeper eyes... They were his only intimidating feature. Other than that, Kiht perceived him to be about as menacing as her kid brother.
Kiht opened her mouth, about to speak, but suddenly, the last thought of little Yabi'to combined with the familiar Keeper male against the backdrop of the small house sparked a surge of nostalgia. Memories from when Kiht was a kit surged through her mind like a flash of lightning.
She remembered a boy who was very quiet and shy. At first, she found him scary because of his red eyes. However, she would later be taught by her mother, Yabi Jakkya, to never judge any being by its outward appearance. Kiht eventually became one of the most outgoing children who had interacted with many of the other children from the various Keeper tribes and communities. So many kids, and so many memories of a forest paradise before the calamity. Nevertheless, she could not remember the forename of the shy boy with the red eyes. But one word came to mind.... Ghria. She silently mouthed the word. Was it a name, or a random word from the old, no longer commonly spoken, Keeper language? What did it have to do with this male in front of her? She wondered.
Kiht shook away her thoughts, and brought herself back to the present. The male had revealed himself and stated that he wasn't a threat. In the near silence of the forest with nothing but a gentle rustling of the trees in the breeze, and the distant chirping of birds, it was Kiht's turn to respond. Her easily distracted mind having delayed her response a few awkward seconds while she was lost in memory and examination of the male.
“Uh greetings, be at ease. I am no threat to you either.†Kiht assured as she held her hands open in front of her. She then gently placed her right hand on her chest over the position of her heart. She let her left hand hang at her side. It was a sort of customary gesture of greeting. “I am Kiht of the Jakkya family. I apologize if I disrupted your... Slumber?†She said, with hesitation at the last word. She raised an eyebrow noticing his robes were filthy because he had probably been recently laying in the dirt and/or vegetation. “Who are you? Do you perhaps, live here?†She continued, then started glancing around at the decaying houses.
Kiht had expected the male to either continue hiding, or rise from a resting spot in the tall brush. She did not; however, expect him to seemingly appear out of nowhere. Despite the fact that she knew he was nearby, she was still taken by surprise when he spoke.
When she heard him, she took a startled step back with her ears mimicking his by flattening back against her head. His posture seemed threatening at first glance. His ears were back which was a sign of his fight or flight reflex in full preparedness. His fists were clenched and his tail was twitching.
However, what he said betrayed his true feelings, "O-over here. I'm not a threatâ€. His tone of voice revealed that he was possibly fearful, but certainly not enraged. And no wonder... He was one of the smallest males Kiht had ever seen; perhaps he was still an adolescent? Regardless, Kiht would not hold that against him as she was quite small herself; barely five fulms tall. However, he seemed like he was alone, and he didn't look like a warrior or hunter type. What was he doing out here?
She relaxed quickly after mentally processing his words. Her ears perked up, and her expression lightened from one of surprise to one of genuine curiosity. Instead of immediately responding to him, she briefly examined him. She started by looking into his eyes that were nearly shrouded by white-tipped grey locks, hanging down his forehead as long bangs. Red Keeper eyes... They were his only intimidating feature. Other than that, Kiht perceived him to be about as menacing as her kid brother.
Kiht opened her mouth, about to speak, but suddenly, the last thought of little Yabi'to combined with the familiar Keeper male against the backdrop of the small house sparked a surge of nostalgia. Memories from when Kiht was a kit surged through her mind like a flash of lightning.
She remembered a boy who was very quiet and shy. At first, she found him scary because of his red eyes. However, she would later be taught by her mother, Yabi Jakkya, to never judge any being by its outward appearance. Kiht eventually became one of the most outgoing children who had interacted with many of the other children from the various Keeper tribes and communities. So many kids, and so many memories of a forest paradise before the calamity. Nevertheless, she could not remember the forename of the shy boy with the red eyes. But one word came to mind.... Ghria. She silently mouthed the word. Was it a name, or a random word from the old, no longer commonly spoken, Keeper language? What did it have to do with this male in front of her? She wondered.
Kiht shook away her thoughts, and brought herself back to the present. The male had revealed himself and stated that he wasn't a threat. In the near silence of the forest with nothing but a gentle rustling of the trees in the breeze, and the distant chirping of birds, it was Kiht's turn to respond. Her easily distracted mind having delayed her response a few awkward seconds while she was lost in memory and examination of the male.
“Uh greetings, be at ease. I am no threat to you either.†Kiht assured as she held her hands open in front of her. She then gently placed her right hand on her chest over the position of her heart. She let her left hand hang at her side. It was a sort of customary gesture of greeting. “I am Kiht of the Jakkya family. I apologize if I disrupted your... Slumber?†She said, with hesitation at the last word. She raised an eyebrow noticing his robes were filthy because he had probably been recently laying in the dirt and/or vegetation. “Who are you? Do you perhaps, live here?†She continued, then started glancing around at the decaying houses.
