To K'mih, who hadn't been taught about desire but about duty, wearing an outfit that didn't deprive her from the soft breeze and the caress of the sun wasn't anything beyond comfortable. She was unaware of how other males could look at her, and as far as she knew, Tias didn't look at their tribe huntresses in any sort of non familiar way. Such were the rules, after all; to her, rules often meant the way the world simply worked.
Oddly enough, she'd started feeling slightly more conscious about herself, now that she could sense K'yohko's unrelenting stare upon her.
'Why do you run from me?'
The girl's eyes couldn't help her initial surprise -mixed with clear worry- at his question. So soon as bicoloured orbs glanced at the male, they quickly moved down with something akin guilt.
“I-I didn't mean to run from you, father...†she tried, voice soft and melancholic. “I just... haven't been feeling too well lately.â€
Something had been very strange from the day she talked to K'nahli, and she was aware that it might have affected her behaviour. K'mih couldn't deny the obvious, could she? But she couldn't admit it either. Not fully.
“Please forgive me.â€
So there she was, submissive as always, unable to look at her father's eyes for more than one reason. There was fear and guilt, yes, and there were all the words and all the questions she wouldn't say. And it didn't actually matter, for there was nothing she could do, or nothing she knew how to do. Obeying had always been an easy task; when had it become this suffocating? Why did it even happen?
Oddly enough, she'd started feeling slightly more conscious about herself, now that she could sense K'yohko's unrelenting stare upon her.
'Why do you run from me?'
The girl's eyes couldn't help her initial surprise -mixed with clear worry- at his question. So soon as bicoloured orbs glanced at the male, they quickly moved down with something akin guilt.
“I-I didn't mean to run from you, father...†she tried, voice soft and melancholic. “I just... haven't been feeling too well lately.â€
Something had been very strange from the day she talked to K'nahli, and she was aware that it might have affected her behaviour. K'mih couldn't deny the obvious, could she? But she couldn't admit it either. Not fully.
“Please forgive me.â€
So there she was, submissive as always, unable to look at her father's eyes for more than one reason. There was fear and guilt, yes, and there were all the words and all the questions she wouldn't say. And it didn't actually matter, for there was nothing she could do, or nothing she knew how to do. Obeying had always been an easy task; when had it become this suffocating? Why did it even happen?
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Clover Blake (Hyur) /Â K'mih Yohko (Miqo'te)
