K'nahli did not stir as those around her continued speaking as though her presence was no longer recognised. K'takka, the bitter woman's words toward her father, they were very harsh, insulting even... but sadly, they were also true. Perhaps it was too much coincidence indeed for so many of his daughters to be demonstrating some form of weakness, be it psychological of physical. Was there something wrong with K'yohko? With his parenting? With his blood? K'nahli exhaled a little more heavily at the thought, though it would be perceived as insignificant and fall unnoticed to all else.
No. K'yohko was fine. For the girl to accept such a convenient excuse like that... it would be unacceptable. He was not the reason for her flaws; only she could be held accountable for herself, as K'ailia could for her own.
Momentarily distracted by the thought and before K'nahli had realised it, K'yohko was bowing humbly alongside her, submitting his dignity and pride in exchange for some discreet counsel with his wayward daughter. The gesture tugged at K'nahli's heart a little as crimson irises concealed behind the veils of her eyelids peered past the corner of her eyes where the warmth of her father's presence resided next to her. She was unsure what the emotion was that leered over her in that moment. Could it have been a form of respect? Annoyance even? ...envy? The young girl herself could not be certain. It was a painful feeling when one could not understand their own feelings, yet K'nahli was a victim to such moments all too frequently.
K'nahli's ears twitched minutely as the silent patter of weightless feet carried themselves across the dry sand and in her direction. K'takka's approaching presence was unmistakable as she slowly and quietly drew nearer to K'nahli, the elder's attention clearly focused upon the young huntress now, at last. K'nahli strained hard against all natural instinct not to tense her muscles to brace herself for whatever would come next. Even for likes of the weary-eyed elders, she did not doubt their perception - and the last thing she wanted was to agitate neither them nor her father any further.
Despite her best efforts however, the moment her blue hair shifted under the very tender press of K'takka's leathery fingers the girl's muscles submitted defensively. Her ears collapsed in anticipation and her eyes tightened slightly for a few seconds. Though nothing happened.
("....?")
The total surprise in response to K'takka's unforeseen gesture nearly caused the girl to open her eyes in bewilderment. Was she trying to say that she understood K'nahli? Or that perhaps her actions were simply forgiven? The girl hesitated at the thought. No, that couldn't be right... as strange as it was, things were not that simple.
She remained silent and motionless despite her confusion. It was all she could do until she was formerly addressed. At the very least, her father had departed from their presence now. A significant amount of tension had been lifted from her weighted shoulders.
No. K'yohko was fine. For the girl to accept such a convenient excuse like that... it would be unacceptable. He was not the reason for her flaws; only she could be held accountable for herself, as K'ailia could for her own.
Momentarily distracted by the thought and before K'nahli had realised it, K'yohko was bowing humbly alongside her, submitting his dignity and pride in exchange for some discreet counsel with his wayward daughter. The gesture tugged at K'nahli's heart a little as crimson irises concealed behind the veils of her eyelids peered past the corner of her eyes where the warmth of her father's presence resided next to her. She was unsure what the emotion was that leered over her in that moment. Could it have been a form of respect? Annoyance even? ...envy? The young girl herself could not be certain. It was a painful feeling when one could not understand their own feelings, yet K'nahli was a victim to such moments all too frequently.
K'nahli's ears twitched minutely as the silent patter of weightless feet carried themselves across the dry sand and in her direction. K'takka's approaching presence was unmistakable as she slowly and quietly drew nearer to K'nahli, the elder's attention clearly focused upon the young huntress now, at last. K'nahli strained hard against all natural instinct not to tense her muscles to brace herself for whatever would come next. Even for likes of the weary-eyed elders, she did not doubt their perception - and the last thing she wanted was to agitate neither them nor her father any further.
Despite her best efforts however, the moment her blue hair shifted under the very tender press of K'takka's leathery fingers the girl's muscles submitted defensively. Her ears collapsed in anticipation and her eyes tightened slightly for a few seconds. Though nothing happened.
("....?")
The total surprise in response to K'takka's unforeseen gesture nearly caused the girl to open her eyes in bewilderment. Was she trying to say that she understood K'nahli? Or that perhaps her actions were simply forgiven? The girl hesitated at the thought. No, that couldn't be right... as strange as it was, things were not that simple.
She remained silent and motionless despite her confusion. It was all she could do until she was formerly addressed. At the very least, her father had departed from their presence now. A significant amount of tension had been lifted from her weighted shoulders.
Characters: Andre Winter (Hy'ur) / K'nahli Yohko (Miqo'te)