"K'zhuzu? A father?" K'yohko's voice betrayed a hint of surprise. He had barely known K'zhuzu, other than to know he was a weak fool who abandoned the tribe because he was too afraid to return after failing his trial. Maybe that wasn't a truth about K'zhuzu, but it was what K'yohko remember of him. As for the comment about K'ile, K'yohko shot a glare back where the fool had gone off to the elder's tent. His muscles tensed visibly, and he had to restrain himself from chasing after the little fire dancer.
Instead, K'yohko looked back to Xha'li and snarled beneath his breath. He had promised himself already; no more outsiders. No more people trying to poison his family. There was enough death here already.
"K'zhuzu failed his trial and ran away instead of facing the elders with his failure. Having a son of his return here when he could not even prove himself a man to us is nothing but proof of his disgrace." K'yohko's tail flicked agitatedly behind him, but his face was made of unreadable stone. His eyes spoke only of a loathing for his cocky intruder, and his voice was hard and flat. "That's all for you to know." K'yohko snarled, his hatred betraying his face and voice as he stepped forward at Xha'li. His courel snarled as well. "You are not welcome here."
K'iara slipped into the tent with her sister and looked around for supplies she might need. It worried her that Zhumi still retained a limp, but she seemed to be mangaging alright otherwise.
"It's K'luha. K'ile returned with her and someone else. An outsider." K'iara paused in gathering things to shoot a worried look to Zhumi. "K'luha looks really injured. And K'yohko looks like he's out for a fight."
"Zhumi...?" Luha repeated hazily, her mind trying to pick out people and faces she hadn't heard or seen in what felt like a very long time. After a few moments K'luha seemed to recall the girl. A pretty girl, very pretty, who had studied outside of the tribe for a strange but effective type of medicine. But she had come back home, unlike K'ailia... K'luha turned her head a bit more and coughed before she looked at Tahj again.
"Hey, I'm not... dying... It's okay. It'll be fine. Don't cry." Luha smiled at her niece and chuckled.
Instead, K'yohko looked back to Xha'li and snarled beneath his breath. He had promised himself already; no more outsiders. No more people trying to poison his family. There was enough death here already.
"K'zhuzu failed his trial and ran away instead of facing the elders with his failure. Having a son of his return here when he could not even prove himself a man to us is nothing but proof of his disgrace." K'yohko's tail flicked agitatedly behind him, but his face was made of unreadable stone. His eyes spoke only of a loathing for his cocky intruder, and his voice was hard and flat. "That's all for you to know." K'yohko snarled, his hatred betraying his face and voice as he stepped forward at Xha'li. His courel snarled as well. "You are not welcome here."
K'iara slipped into the tent with her sister and looked around for supplies she might need. It worried her that Zhumi still retained a limp, but she seemed to be mangaging alright otherwise.
"It's K'luha. K'ile returned with her and someone else. An outsider." K'iara paused in gathering things to shoot a worried look to Zhumi. "K'luha looks really injured. And K'yohko looks like he's out for a fight."
"Zhumi...?" Luha repeated hazily, her mind trying to pick out people and faces she hadn't heard or seen in what felt like a very long time. After a few moments K'luha seemed to recall the girl. A pretty girl, very pretty, who had studied outside of the tribe for a strange but effective type of medicine. But she had come back home, unlike K'ailia... K'luha turned her head a bit more and coughed before she looked at Tahj again.
"Hey, I'm not... dying... It's okay. It'll be fine. Don't cry." Luha smiled at her niece and chuckled.
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