She could feel her head being moved. Was she being finally let up? No... this was rough handling. She could hear her father's voice. How did he know she cleansed her nose and eyes? How did he know the state she had put herself in?
Suddenly more powder was blown onto her face. But the moment he spoke of shoving her face into the powder, she immediately halted letting breath out, and closed her mouth and eyes tightly. She felt more powder thrown in her face. It was as thought they want her to burn her lungs.
They had wanted her to be quiet, to stay calm. And they considered meditation cheating? If her father went through this punishment, could it be why he had become a cold, silent male? The images of Costa Del Sol had faded. Now, rage had taken over.
So now her sister K'nahli would pay for bringing her to the elders. Perhaps taking K'ile's offer to come back to the tribe camp was a mistake. In fact she was sure enough days had passed that they would of arrived about the same time. Even if he could not find her mother, she thought for sure he'd return himself.
Could his invitation of been a trap? A last moment way to get back at her for nearly taking his kit making abilities away? Her fists began to clench as her tail fuzzed out. They wanted her thoughts in the here and now, and to stay silent. So be it. But she would tolerate no more powder thrown in her face, lest they too, want it spread throughout the tent.
So she stayed there, anger boiling. And the images of K'ile was at the root of that anger now. If that tia possessed any inkling of wisdom, he would come around her no more. She remembered the time she had her first dislike of that Tia, which began five years ago, when he grabbed her and shoved her to her mother, when all she wanted was the tribe shaman's help. He was the last to see K'piru that day. Could he of contributed to her leaving? Much like he had contributed to her own decision to do the same?
And to think, he seemed to be at the root of her mothers anger too. He was playing with her emotions. She could almost bet on it. He was probably the one that led to all the breakdowns with her mother after he had gotten them back together that first time. What was his game? It matters not, her mind began putting pieces together, and all trails led back to K'ile Tia.
And to fuel her rage, she took let out the breath she had held, then took in a swif deep breath, feeling the powder on her face pour into her nose and began to burn her nose, throat and lungs. Fueling the flames of hatred she now held for K'ile.
Suddenly more powder was blown onto her face. But the moment he spoke of shoving her face into the powder, she immediately halted letting breath out, and closed her mouth and eyes tightly. She felt more powder thrown in her face. It was as thought they want her to burn her lungs.
They had wanted her to be quiet, to stay calm. And they considered meditation cheating? If her father went through this punishment, could it be why he had become a cold, silent male? The images of Costa Del Sol had faded. Now, rage had taken over.
So now her sister K'nahli would pay for bringing her to the elders. Perhaps taking K'ile's offer to come back to the tribe camp was a mistake. In fact she was sure enough days had passed that they would of arrived about the same time. Even if he could not find her mother, she thought for sure he'd return himself.
Could his invitation of been a trap? A last moment way to get back at her for nearly taking his kit making abilities away? Her fists began to clench as her tail fuzzed out. They wanted her thoughts in the here and now, and to stay silent. So be it. But she would tolerate no more powder thrown in her face, lest they too, want it spread throughout the tent.
So she stayed there, anger boiling. And the images of K'ile was at the root of that anger now. If that tia possessed any inkling of wisdom, he would come around her no more. She remembered the time she had her first dislike of that Tia, which began five years ago, when he grabbed her and shoved her to her mother, when all she wanted was the tribe shaman's help. He was the last to see K'piru that day. Could he of contributed to her leaving? Much like he had contributed to her own decision to do the same?
And to think, he seemed to be at the root of her mothers anger too. He was playing with her emotions. She could almost bet on it. He was probably the one that led to all the breakdowns with her mother after he had gotten them back together that first time. What was his game? It matters not, her mind began putting pieces together, and all trails led back to K'ile Tia.
And to fuel her rage, she took let out the breath she had held, then took in a swif deep breath, feeling the powder on her face pour into her nose and began to burn her nose, throat and lungs. Fueling the flames of hatred she now held for K'ile.
