There was a long silence between K'mih and her father, where his daughter's words rang through his ears. K'yohko's ears twitched faintly, taking in his daughter. She still looked young in her face, but her body said otherwise. She was a young woman; healthy and able-bodied. It seemed strange to him, that his most innocent and submissive daughter would wear something that revealed herself so. Perhaps not only because of the heat, but he felt like a dress that draped over her form cutely might suit her better. Then too, was her hair. When had it gotten so long? He was sure she had kept it in short pigtails for the longest time. When now, had it become to long and framed her face like it did now?
K'yohko's lips narrowed faintly, and his stern eyes never flickered and betrayed his thoughts. And finally, his tail flicked behind him faintly. He knew he had to speak with her... but how was he to talk to her without her simply running away again? What way could he break his question to her gently so she might understand and cease to fear him in whatever way she did?
"Why do you run from me?" His voice came out deep and stern. Very much not the gentle touch he had wanted to portray. K'yohko very silently lamented his inability to be anything but stern and harsh with anyone. Even if he had wanted to be like K'thalen; loved by all, friendly, and if nothing else, careless, he could never be such a thing.
K'yohko's lips narrowed faintly, and his stern eyes never flickered and betrayed his thoughts. And finally, his tail flicked behind him faintly. He knew he had to speak with her... but how was he to talk to her without her simply running away again? What way could he break his question to her gently so she might understand and cease to fear him in whatever way she did?
"Why do you run from me?" His voice came out deep and stern. Very much not the gentle touch he had wanted to portray. K'yohko very silently lamented his inability to be anything but stern and harsh with anyone. Even if he had wanted to be like K'thalen; loved by all, friendly, and if nothing else, careless, he could never be such a thing.