K'nahli's eyes opened carefully once K'takka began speaking though they did not release themselves from the safety of the sand that lay beneath her remarkably larger shadow. To K'nahli, the tent seemed to fall into a dead silence all except for the steady, aged voice of the frail miqo'te who spoke her wisdom down to the lost child kneeling before her. The young archer clung to them as though they were a safety line extending out to her in the void; feeling that she had to try hard to understand what her elder had to say. K'takka was a being whom offered little comfort where it was without necessity, though she was not a fool whose words held little to no meaning.
A prickling sensation caused K'nahli's eyes to grow more wide and behold her great-grand mother as a feeble, bony finger poked beneath her chin and drew it upward to face ahead. Various layers of silk and cotton decorated with gold adornments enclosed the frail and once intimidating form of the hunched old woman whom revealed a notably different expression in comparison to the one K'nahli had seen before. It was a peculiar side of the woman that the girl was not familiar with, though it was distinguishably genuine; perhaps even the closest display of warmth she could provide to the girl, at least in these circumstances. K'nahli listened carefully as K'takka continued to speak, illustrating her father in a positive light and drawing out a lesson that K'nahli should take from him and his actions. The mention of his name still did not sit comfortably with her though she had to agree, for even she had felt something when K'yohko had submitted in the way that he did.
When her elder concluded with her teachings, K'nahli's lips parted to speak, though hesitation stole all sound from her throat. She wanted to tell K'takka that it was actually neither her nor the rest of the elders that she had fled from, nor was it the fear of consequence at their hands. However, the girl realised, that was besides the point. In the end she did run away from something; K'yohko. She ran from reality, from the consequences of her actions, even if it had already been administered. It did not matter in what manner she did so, the lesson was the same.
Aside from that, it was not a topic she wished to bring up recklessly.
The girl's eyes averted away to the side and back down to the ground as a thought crossed her mind. Perhaps the topic was too uncomfortable for her to speak while retaining her gaze within the depths of K'takka's clouded eyes or maybe it was just a natural reflex. Regardless, her gaze would not return as she offered her response.
"Do you believe I can be redeemed, elder.... even when I do not?" she began with an honest and inquisitive tone as her eyes softened into a melancholic appearance. Her words in fact referred to her behaviour as a whole over the past five years and not merely this evening's incident, though she felt assured that that much was obvious to the elderly miqo'te.
"You would ask me if I understand, and to it I could truthfully confirm that I do, but..."
She paused.
"...understanding is not enough. I cannot trust myself to follow true to your words for long even were I subjected to ceaseless sanction.." she admitted dangerously with an indifferent blink. The truth in her words simply poured out of her as though she failed to understand that they carried tremendous risk.
"It is not out of disrespect... nor is it because I am..... st-..ubborn.." the girl trailed off in reluctant admittance to her own nature as the weight of her own words was finally realised when it came to a self critical comment.
A soft sigh escaped past her lips before her eyes momentarily returned to meet with K'takka's before quickly fleeting away again.
"Mayhap I am a case that is unsalvagable.."
A prickling sensation caused K'nahli's eyes to grow more wide and behold her great-grand mother as a feeble, bony finger poked beneath her chin and drew it upward to face ahead. Various layers of silk and cotton decorated with gold adornments enclosed the frail and once intimidating form of the hunched old woman whom revealed a notably different expression in comparison to the one K'nahli had seen before. It was a peculiar side of the woman that the girl was not familiar with, though it was distinguishably genuine; perhaps even the closest display of warmth she could provide to the girl, at least in these circumstances. K'nahli listened carefully as K'takka continued to speak, illustrating her father in a positive light and drawing out a lesson that K'nahli should take from him and his actions. The mention of his name still did not sit comfortably with her though she had to agree, for even she had felt something when K'yohko had submitted in the way that he did.
When her elder concluded with her teachings, K'nahli's lips parted to speak, though hesitation stole all sound from her throat. She wanted to tell K'takka that it was actually neither her nor the rest of the elders that she had fled from, nor was it the fear of consequence at their hands. However, the girl realised, that was besides the point. In the end she did run away from something; K'yohko. She ran from reality, from the consequences of her actions, even if it had already been administered. It did not matter in what manner she did so, the lesson was the same.
Aside from that, it was not a topic she wished to bring up recklessly.
The girl's eyes averted away to the side and back down to the ground as a thought crossed her mind. Perhaps the topic was too uncomfortable for her to speak while retaining her gaze within the depths of K'takka's clouded eyes or maybe it was just a natural reflex. Regardless, her gaze would not return as she offered her response.
"Do you believe I can be redeemed, elder.... even when I do not?" she began with an honest and inquisitive tone as her eyes softened into a melancholic appearance. Her words in fact referred to her behaviour as a whole over the past five years and not merely this evening's incident, though she felt assured that that much was obvious to the elderly miqo'te.
"You would ask me if I understand, and to it I could truthfully confirm that I do, but..."
She paused.
"...understanding is not enough. I cannot trust myself to follow true to your words for long even were I subjected to ceaseless sanction.." she admitted dangerously with an indifferent blink. The truth in her words simply poured out of her as though she failed to understand that they carried tremendous risk.
"It is not out of disrespect... nor is it because I am..... st-..ubborn.." the girl trailed off in reluctant admittance to her own nature as the weight of her own words was finally realised when it came to a self critical comment.
A soft sigh escaped past her lips before her eyes momentarily returned to meet with K'takka's before quickly fleeting away again.
"Mayhap I am a case that is unsalvagable.."
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Characters: Andre Winter (Hy'ur) / K'nahli Yohko (Miqo'te)
