It would not be the first time K'yohko had bent the rules for his moral perception of the right thing, and he was sure it would not be the last. Though he was far removed from them, they were his daughters. If he had not cared for them, he would not force them to the sand in repentance nor would he bent the rules and face the same punishments. Regardless of their attitudes and behaviors and opinions of him, K'yohko believed in his daughters. He believed they could become great women and do whatever it was they aspired to do, even if such a thing was outside his scope of understanding. He strived to understand them and encourage them in ways that would not change their perceptions of life dramatically. Such was his life, a guiding shadow; never to be acknowledged or thanked, but to be there regardless and expect nothing in return. It was the role a father should play, or so K'yohko had always thought.
K'yohko looked to his Grandmother and he knew deeply in his very being, she would have done the same thing for him if their positions had been switched. His eyes carefully moved to study the former nunh.
'It is.' The answer came in his mind, a strange event for K'yohko rarely thought to himself in the form of tangible words. 'And yet she also deserves all the moments in the world, as do all my children.' But his lips stayed still and silent. His sharp eyes picked up on K'ailia's movement, a silent agreement and her most agreeable motion all day.
In K'yohko's usual way of answering, he moved between his two kneeling daughters and got to his own knees, calloused and rugged with his life upon the skin. He pressed his hands to the tops of his knees, strong arms elbowing out as he bent forward. K'yohko's forehead touched down to the sand, its simultaneous warmth and coolness a distant and familiar sensation. A moment at the level of sand was a price worth paying. There was a calmness in his body that the touch of sand upon his forehead could only evoke. He remained still, waiting for the sound of acknowledgement from K'takka before he would move again.
K'yohko looked to his Grandmother and he knew deeply in his very being, she would have done the same thing for him if their positions had been switched. His eyes carefully moved to study the former nunh.
'It is.' The answer came in his mind, a strange event for K'yohko rarely thought to himself in the form of tangible words. 'And yet she also deserves all the moments in the world, as do all my children.' But his lips stayed still and silent. His sharp eyes picked up on K'ailia's movement, a silent agreement and her most agreeable motion all day.
In K'yohko's usual way of answering, he moved between his two kneeling daughters and got to his own knees, calloused and rugged with his life upon the skin. He pressed his hands to the tops of his knees, strong arms elbowing out as he bent forward. K'yohko's forehead touched down to the sand, its simultaneous warmth and coolness a distant and familiar sensation. A moment at the level of sand was a price worth paying. There was a calmness in his body that the touch of sand upon his forehead could only evoke. He remained still, waiting for the sound of acknowledgement from K'takka before he would move again.
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