Her chores has been completed with an almost unusual speed and efficiency the past couple of suns, like a child eager to complete all responsibilities as soon as possible so that they could return to play with their friends immediately after. Indeed, it was much like that, though it had lacked the same feeling of excitement and joy.
The now free K’nahli Yohko was a short distance away from the camp, alone in her regular, isolated spot that she had frequently assumed for daily training. The young girl shared company with nothing other than the soft, desert breeze and the faint, distant cries of preying sandworms that impatiently searched for their growingly-scarce food many malms away. The young miqo’te sat quietly atop a rounded rock whose smooth surface offered a somewhat comfortable seating for her. Her legs were tucked in toward her chest, placing her knees at chin level as nimble arms neatly lay across them, creating a cushioned pillow of flesh for where to gently rest her head. Her lips pressed lightly into the skin that lay behind her crossed arms, concealing her mouth from view and causing the young miqo’te to almost look like a curious animal as her crimson eyes lazily peered out across the vast sea of sand with an odd vacancy while she mindlessly observed the continuously changing tints of tangerine and saffron that painted itself across the landscape through soft, clouds of sand that were occasionally carried along by the prevailing winds.
Beside the girl, her beautifully-carved bow lay untouched – carefully placed as though it were an infant whom needed constant supervision and care. Its presence had so far served no physical use other than being around in case of an emergency, not that that was truly of any concern to the girl. The bow, however, was more than just a weapon to her. It was an extension of her being, something that gave per confidence and had somehow helped mould and refine her personality. It was without a doubt, always necessary.
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The girl blinked softly while continuing to observe the distant sands. Spectating in silence as reminiscent phantoms from memories past echoed toward her arbitrarily. The random order in which they appeared made no sense to the girl on the surface, yet somehow, they all granted upon her the same feeling of guilt.
The now free K’nahli Yohko was a short distance away from the camp, alone in her regular, isolated spot that she had frequently assumed for daily training. The young girl shared company with nothing other than the soft, desert breeze and the faint, distant cries of preying sandworms that impatiently searched for their growingly-scarce food many malms away. The young miqo’te sat quietly atop a rounded rock whose smooth surface offered a somewhat comfortable seating for her. Her legs were tucked in toward her chest, placing her knees at chin level as nimble arms neatly lay across them, creating a cushioned pillow of flesh for where to gently rest her head. Her lips pressed lightly into the skin that lay behind her crossed arms, concealing her mouth from view and causing the young miqo’te to almost look like a curious animal as her crimson eyes lazily peered out across the vast sea of sand with an odd vacancy while she mindlessly observed the continuously changing tints of tangerine and saffron that painted itself across the landscape through soft, clouds of sand that were occasionally carried along by the prevailing winds.
Beside the girl, her beautifully-carved bow lay untouched – carefully placed as though it were an infant whom needed constant supervision and care. Its presence had so far served no physical use other than being around in case of an emergency, not that that was truly of any concern to the girl. The bow, however, was more than just a weapon to her. It was an extension of her being, something that gave per confidence and had somehow helped mould and refine her personality. It was without a doubt, always necessary.
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The girl blinked softly while continuing to observe the distant sands. Spectating in silence as reminiscent phantoms from memories past echoed toward her arbitrarily. The random order in which they appeared made no sense to the girl on the surface, yet somehow, they all granted upon her the same feeling of guilt.
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Characters: Andre Winter (Hy'ur) / K'nahli Yohko (Miqo'te)
