K'yohko's gaze turned even more severe as his disobedient daughter spoke up. She spoke ill of others and implied that K'luha and K'haali had lied about the scouting mission. Such insolence. Such gal.
But his Grandmother spoke up quickly, imparting sharp words of wisdom. Words not sharp enough for the silent Nunh and watchful father. She may not have known him, but he certainly knew her. He had watched her from afar her whole life, done things for her in ways she could never know or comprehend. And it he done it like that for a distinct purpose. And yet...
K'yohko closed his eyes again, breathing in deeply the air within the tent. He could smell the faint burning of the powder in front of K'ailia. He inhaled that burning sensation deeply, letting it burn his lungs and throat faintly before he once more opened his eyes.
"There is an infection in our people, in my daughters..." His words were dark, raspy, and thick with emotion and meanings incomprehensible to someone like K'ailia. "...poison... illness..." K'yohko dropped his head and muttered a deep yet dark prayer to Azyema. Slowly his head, insurmountably heavy, raised and he looked past K'ailia and K'takka with a rising dark fire in his very being. His eyes paused, looking down to his silent and still daughter. She still failed to grasp even the most simple of concepts.
He knelt down in front of her and reached forward, grasping her bangs and pulling her head up to look at him regardless of the bowl that would probably cover her eyes.
"Falling into memories of elsewhere is still cheating, girl. Be aware of your surroundings still, or I will push your nose into that powder and make you breath it until your magic cannot save you." K'yohko's words were dark, filled with the promise of threats and the agitation of her inability to understand. "Do not use meditation and magic to cheat. You may fool others, but you will never fool me." And with that, he dropped her head and blew a large cloud of dust in her face.
K'yohko stood, powerful muscles moving visibly as he stepped outside of the tent's flap. When his daughter was no one in sight he scowled darkly.
"K'rahto!" K'yohko bellowed in a voice so loud and deep it might have sent tremors along the sands and frightened anyone who heard the silent nunh raise his voice. "Find K'nahli and bring her to me." He ordered loudly, arms crossing beneath his chest as he waited for the Tia to dutifully respond and go about his task. Either that, or face the thick and dark wrath of the angered nunh.
But his Grandmother spoke up quickly, imparting sharp words of wisdom. Words not sharp enough for the silent Nunh and watchful father. She may not have known him, but he certainly knew her. He had watched her from afar her whole life, done things for her in ways she could never know or comprehend. And it he done it like that for a distinct purpose. And yet...
K'yohko closed his eyes again, breathing in deeply the air within the tent. He could smell the faint burning of the powder in front of K'ailia. He inhaled that burning sensation deeply, letting it burn his lungs and throat faintly before he once more opened his eyes.
"There is an infection in our people, in my daughters..." His words were dark, raspy, and thick with emotion and meanings incomprehensible to someone like K'ailia. "...poison... illness..." K'yohko dropped his head and muttered a deep yet dark prayer to Azyema. Slowly his head, insurmountably heavy, raised and he looked past K'ailia and K'takka with a rising dark fire in his very being. His eyes paused, looking down to his silent and still daughter. She still failed to grasp even the most simple of concepts.
He knelt down in front of her and reached forward, grasping her bangs and pulling her head up to look at him regardless of the bowl that would probably cover her eyes.
"Falling into memories of elsewhere is still cheating, girl. Be aware of your surroundings still, or I will push your nose into that powder and make you breath it until your magic cannot save you." K'yohko's words were dark, filled with the promise of threats and the agitation of her inability to understand. "Do not use meditation and magic to cheat. You may fool others, but you will never fool me." And with that, he dropped her head and blew a large cloud of dust in her face.
K'yohko stood, powerful muscles moving visibly as he stepped outside of the tent's flap. When his daughter was no one in sight he scowled darkly.
"K'rahto!" K'yohko bellowed in a voice so loud and deep it might have sent tremors along the sands and frightened anyone who heard the silent nunh raise his voice. "Find K'nahli and bring her to me." He ordered loudly, arms crossing beneath his chest as he waited for the Tia to dutifully respond and go about his task. Either that, or face the thick and dark wrath of the angered nunh.