The day K'ailia came back to the tribe, everyone had been acting strange. K'mih didn't have the chance to speak to her returning sister in the end, nor could she speak with her beloved sister K'nahli. Judging from both their faces the last time K'mih saw them, their punishment might have been severe. She'd have liked to know what actually happened to them, but upon K'nahli's refusal to talk about it -or about anything-, the pink haired miqo'te hadn't pressed the matter. Her sister might have had a very bad time; she didn't want to hurt her further or make her feel even more uncomfortable.
Today, K'mih was found doing a few errands, like bringing some water from one of the wells. Holding the wooden bucket with both hands, she walked back to the camp with a distracted look in her eyes... at least until something caught her attention and diverted her from her inner thoughts.
"K'tahjha!" She smiled to her new sister, still at a certain distance from her. If she thought about it, K'mih hadn't seen the other female from before K'ailia came back.
Today, K'mih was found doing a few errands, like bringing some water from one of the wells. Holding the wooden bucket with both hands, she walked back to the camp with a distracted look in her eyes... at least until something caught her attention and diverted her from her inner thoughts.
"K'tahjha!" She smiled to her new sister, still at a certain distance from her. If she thought about it, K'mih hadn't seen the other female from before K'ailia came back.
Clover Blake (Hyur) /Â K'mih Yohko (Miqo'te)