A circle of Keepers formed around Lyn and Kiht. Most of what Lyn would see was the Kaatah family. They were a diverse group. Females of various ages and features.
One distinct female would step forward. However, she was not of the Kaatah family. This woman was slightly taller than Kiht. She had long black hair, and deep blue eyes that looked just like Kiht's. Her skin was fair, and she had some white facial markings. A bone harpoon was strapped to her back, and she wore a lot of leather. Her name was Alnah Jakkya; Kiht's older cousin.
Alnah stepped closer to Lyn and Kiht than the rest of the group members. She bore a neutral and composed posture. She looked to Kiht then slowly turned her head to regard Lyn. She would stare him down for a few moments with a neutral, un-judging expression. However, before Alnah or Kiht could say anything, someone else made their way to stand before Kiht and Lyn. If only it were the Matriarch.
Contrasting the much shorter females in height, the tall Raih'a Kaatah stepped forward, brazenly. He was a grizzled, middle-aged Miqo'te with fiery-red hair that was streaked with gray highlights which betrayed his age. A wiry beard of red hair framed his face, and his skin was weathered and rugged. He was practically as tall as Lyn. He leered directly at Lyn with his piercing green eyes. If Lyn were to examine him, he would notice that Raih'a had a bow strapped to his back, and a belt of tools on his waist.
Raih'a gave Lyn a wicked smirk. “Honored Jakkya sister, I see you have brought me a new target this dusk. May I ask the occasion?†Raih'a said in a deep, gruff voice; pitched in a teasing tone.
Kiht was fully expecting Raih'a to show up and make things difficult, but she was not expecting this to happen yet. She was not expecting to see Raih'a smirk. She much rather preferred he bear his usual scowl. That was much better, and meant everything was normal. However, when Raih'a smirked, smiled or laughed; it usually meant things were about to explode.
Both Alnah and Kiht furrowed their brows at Raih'a. Lyn might have a moment to respond to the situation, but soon, the Matriarch finally arrived.
“Be silent.†Two words spoken clearly but plainly from the small figure approaching through a gap between two Kaatah sisters. Raih'a's expression suddenly shifted to a neutral one as he quickly stepped back beside the other members of the Kaatah family. Raih'a didn't seem frightened, but he suddenly lost his will to cause problems. The mother of all mothers had arrived. Everyone would shut up.
Perhaps the Matriarch would not be what Lyn was expecting. She was a small woman no bigger than Kiht. She was covered in red and white robes. She wore many tribal ornaments and trinkets. Her hair was almost completely gray and her face was withered from age. However, she carried herself as if she were still young and strong. She walked directly to Lyn and Kiht with no regard for anyone else. She looked at Lyn with her focused blue eyes. Kiht didn't say anything. No one made a sound. Matriarch Raih Kaatah examined the symbols that Kiht painted on Lyn's face then she drew a branch-wand from her robes and began tapping the bone scales on his armor with it. She looked to Lyn with a light expression that almost turned into a slight smile.
“Greetings, male. Declare your name, declare what you are and declare why you chose the colors you wear.†The Matriarch said in a plain tone.
Kiht allowed herself to breath a sigh of relief. The group was temporally diffused, and the Matriarch was acting like her normal self. She was getting straight to the point as usual.
One distinct female would step forward. However, she was not of the Kaatah family. This woman was slightly taller than Kiht. She had long black hair, and deep blue eyes that looked just like Kiht's. Her skin was fair, and she had some white facial markings. A bone harpoon was strapped to her back, and she wore a lot of leather. Her name was Alnah Jakkya; Kiht's older cousin.
Alnah stepped closer to Lyn and Kiht than the rest of the group members. She bore a neutral and composed posture. She looked to Kiht then slowly turned her head to regard Lyn. She would stare him down for a few moments with a neutral, un-judging expression. However, before Alnah or Kiht could say anything, someone else made their way to stand before Kiht and Lyn. If only it were the Matriarch.
Contrasting the much shorter females in height, the tall Raih'a Kaatah stepped forward, brazenly. He was a grizzled, middle-aged Miqo'te with fiery-red hair that was streaked with gray highlights which betrayed his age. A wiry beard of red hair framed his face, and his skin was weathered and rugged. He was practically as tall as Lyn. He leered directly at Lyn with his piercing green eyes. If Lyn were to examine him, he would notice that Raih'a had a bow strapped to his back, and a belt of tools on his waist.
Raih'a gave Lyn a wicked smirk. “Honored Jakkya sister, I see you have brought me a new target this dusk. May I ask the occasion?†Raih'a said in a deep, gruff voice; pitched in a teasing tone.
Kiht was fully expecting Raih'a to show up and make things difficult, but she was not expecting this to happen yet. She was not expecting to see Raih'a smirk. She much rather preferred he bear his usual scowl. That was much better, and meant everything was normal. However, when Raih'a smirked, smiled or laughed; it usually meant things were about to explode.
Both Alnah and Kiht furrowed their brows at Raih'a. Lyn might have a moment to respond to the situation, but soon, the Matriarch finally arrived.
“Be silent.†Two words spoken clearly but plainly from the small figure approaching through a gap between two Kaatah sisters. Raih'a's expression suddenly shifted to a neutral one as he quickly stepped back beside the other members of the Kaatah family. Raih'a didn't seem frightened, but he suddenly lost his will to cause problems. The mother of all mothers had arrived. Everyone would shut up.
Perhaps the Matriarch would not be what Lyn was expecting. She was a small woman no bigger than Kiht. She was covered in red and white robes. She wore many tribal ornaments and trinkets. Her hair was almost completely gray and her face was withered from age. However, she carried herself as if she were still young and strong. She walked directly to Lyn and Kiht with no regard for anyone else. She looked at Lyn with her focused blue eyes. Kiht didn't say anything. No one made a sound. Matriarch Raih Kaatah examined the symbols that Kiht painted on Lyn's face then she drew a branch-wand from her robes and began tapping the bone scales on his armor with it. She looked to Lyn with a light expression that almost turned into a slight smile.
“Greetings, male. Declare your name, declare what you are and declare why you chose the colors you wear.†The Matriarch said in a plain tone.
Kiht allowed herself to breath a sigh of relief. The group was temporally diffused, and the Matriarch was acting like her normal self. She was getting straight to the point as usual.
