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It wasn't the crowd of concerned miqo'tes that K'rahto had been carefully following, but the huntress K'nahli. Details like her position hidden from her sister K'mih's view didn't go unnoticed. In the end, that arrogant, unfriendly, and moody girl was very much like himself…
From the distance, the Tia's eyes tried to finally focus on the ruckus, but there wasn't much he could see. He knew K'ile's carriage was back, and he could spot his sister hurrying up to a tent. Or to be precise, to K'zhumi's tent.
'What this time...?' He thought, frowning slightly, which just added to his ever serious and naturally unfriendly expression. Whenever people returned from any expedition, they were always wounded. For a Tia who'd barely left the comfort of his tribe from the day he was born, the outer world sure sounded like a harsh place.
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Clover Blake (Hyur) /Â K'mih Yohko (Miqo'te)