K'tahjha's arms wrapped around the maroon-eyed girl warmly. The young miqo'te, despite only recently arriving to and becoming part of their family, was undoubtedly a remarkably, tender soul. Her lack of familiarity with K'nahli did not hinder her efforts to try and comfort and perhaps aid the cold-mannered archer, even in spite of their initial meeting - one which appeared to lack a great deal of interest on K'nahli's part. It was something K'nahli however failed to comprehend, though at the same time, she felt an odd sense of nostalgic, familiarity while lingering on the thought.
K'nahli's arms, having not yet accepted the hug offered by the girl hung awkwardly away from her. Like a confused animal she stood there with her arms stretched out past K'tahjha as if she didn't understand what was happening. It was a form of greeting that K'tahjha seemed fond of and, in truth, was only natural for those who didn't dedicate themselves to concealing their emotions.
Blinking a couple of times to clear her watery eyes, she slowly began to reign her arms in, bringing them to a synchronous close much like two closing doors that were carefully being drawn shut.
Suddenly, however, her arms stopped mere inches from Ktahjha's back. As if possessed by another being, K'nahli's expression immediately grew more fierce and with a swift movement, she slipped her arms back from under K'tahjha's and promptly thrusted herself away from the unsuspecting girl.
"I am not a case to be pitied!" K'nahli spat toward her angrily, demonstrating her unfailing ability to find the negative in even such soft displays of concern. Her stance alone revealed nothing short of a defensive state of mind as she subjected her younger sister to her wrathful stare.
The eldest girl's glassy eyes that had glared back into K'tahjha's softer hue of beryl darted away in retreat disdainfully. She glanced down toward the fading, vibrance of the desert sands absently before bringing an arm up to greet her eyes, briskly rubbing them clean and drying them of all lingering hints toward impending tears that blinking alone failed to eliminate. She exhaled sharply before returning to look back at her sister. K'tahjha, the mysterious young archer from Gridania, raised in an orphanage and member of the fabled archer's guild, she was so innocent and naive, tender and caring. K'nahli didn't need to be informed that the reaction was completely uncalled for, but the stubborn girl couldn't bring herself to admit it to someone who was still too 'new' to be thought of as anything much more than a stranger.
"....I'm heading back now..." she finally added with a more hushed tone, though her misguided irritation was not concealed completely in the way she spoke.
She began walking back toward the camp, leaving her sister behind though naturally expecting her to follow behind.
K'nahli couldn't expect K'tahjha to understand that she was not mad at her, after all she didn't know her well enough. If she were to also reflect on their first encounter too then perhaps she may easily get the impression that either K'nahli dislikes her or that she is simply a sour individual. She felt sorry for her ill-acquainted, younger sister.
She wanted to apologise, to tell her that she did nothing wrong in either case, that it was bad luck on both their parts... but she couldn't.
K'nahli's arms, having not yet accepted the hug offered by the girl hung awkwardly away from her. Like a confused animal she stood there with her arms stretched out past K'tahjha as if she didn't understand what was happening. It was a form of greeting that K'tahjha seemed fond of and, in truth, was only natural for those who didn't dedicate themselves to concealing their emotions.
Blinking a couple of times to clear her watery eyes, she slowly began to reign her arms in, bringing them to a synchronous close much like two closing doors that were carefully being drawn shut.
Suddenly, however, her arms stopped mere inches from Ktahjha's back. As if possessed by another being, K'nahli's expression immediately grew more fierce and with a swift movement, she slipped her arms back from under K'tahjha's and promptly thrusted herself away from the unsuspecting girl.
"I am not a case to be pitied!" K'nahli spat toward her angrily, demonstrating her unfailing ability to find the negative in even such soft displays of concern. Her stance alone revealed nothing short of a defensive state of mind as she subjected her younger sister to her wrathful stare.
The eldest girl's glassy eyes that had glared back into K'tahjha's softer hue of beryl darted away in retreat disdainfully. She glanced down toward the fading, vibrance of the desert sands absently before bringing an arm up to greet her eyes, briskly rubbing them clean and drying them of all lingering hints toward impending tears that blinking alone failed to eliminate. She exhaled sharply before returning to look back at her sister. K'tahjha, the mysterious young archer from Gridania, raised in an orphanage and member of the fabled archer's guild, she was so innocent and naive, tender and caring. K'nahli didn't need to be informed that the reaction was completely uncalled for, but the stubborn girl couldn't bring herself to admit it to someone who was still too 'new' to be thought of as anything much more than a stranger.
"....I'm heading back now..." she finally added with a more hushed tone, though her misguided irritation was not concealed completely in the way she spoke.
She began walking back toward the camp, leaving her sister behind though naturally expecting her to follow behind.
K'nahli couldn't expect K'tahjha to understand that she was not mad at her, after all she didn't know her well enough. If she were to also reflect on their first encounter too then perhaps she may easily get the impression that either K'nahli dislikes her or that she is simply a sour individual. She felt sorry for her ill-acquainted, younger sister.
She wanted to apologise, to tell her that she did nothing wrong in either case, that it was bad luck on both their parts... but she couldn't.
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Characters: Andre Winter (Hy'ur) / K'nahli Yohko (Miqo'te)
