When K'yohko emerged from the tent, his expression alone was enough to freeze the blood of many. K'rahto Tia had been standing at a certain distance from the crowd, back resting against a pile of wooden boxes and hands behind his neck in a lazy, uninterested pose. As soon as the sound of his name thundered in his ears, he quickly came to attention with wide open eyes.
The Nunh -his secret rival- asked him to find K'nahli with a voice that already sounded like a punishment. What made the Tia especially nervous, however, was the fact that he'd been the one chosen for such a task. Why him, out of all the miqo'tes? Had K'nahli spoke to her father about his challenge? K'rahto frowned, tense, and nodded without much of a choice.
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"Understood."
This said, he started running in the direction K'nahli took earlier.
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Among all the Miqo'tes who witnessed the scene, K'mih's expression turned into pure fear at the look in her father's eyes, at the sound of his voice. Her sister K'nahli was going to be punished, and K'mih couldn't even begin to imagine in what ways. She'd likely suffer the same-- no, even a worse fate if her father ever managed to take a peek into her forbidden thoughts, wouldn't she? He'd cast the same dark glance upon her, eyes like fire that had the power to burn and break hearts.
Trembling slightly, the girl took two steps back with her head down, shielding herself behind the other Miqo'tes. Time needed to pass faster, much faster, until the nightmare was over and she could wrap her arms around her wounded sisters. It only passed slower, though.
The Nunh -his secret rival- asked him to find K'nahli with a voice that already sounded like a punishment. What made the Tia especially nervous, however, was the fact that he'd been the one chosen for such a task. Why him, out of all the miqo'tes? Had K'nahli spoke to her father about his challenge? K'rahto frowned, tense, and nodded without much of a choice.
"Understood."
This said, he started running in the direction K'nahli took earlier.
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Among all the Miqo'tes who witnessed the scene, K'mih's expression turned into pure fear at the look in her father's eyes, at the sound of his voice. Her sister K'nahli was going to be punished, and K'mih couldn't even begin to imagine in what ways. She'd likely suffer the same-- no, even a worse fate if her father ever managed to take a peek into her forbidden thoughts, wouldn't she? He'd cast the same dark glance upon her, eyes like fire that had the power to burn and break hearts.
Trembling slightly, the girl took two steps back with her head down, shielding herself behind the other Miqo'tes. Time needed to pass faster, much faster, until the nightmare was over and she could wrap her arms around her wounded sisters. It only passed slower, though.
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Clover Blake (Hyur) /Â K'mih Yohko (Miqo'te)
