K'nahli's ears twitched suddenly with anxiety as K'yohko gave the order for the huntresses to raise their arms in readiment. The harsh vibrancy of her maroon eyes glowed brightly like a flickering, morning campfire that contested Azeyma's overwhelming dominance as her gaze fell upon the large and unmovable silhouette that placed himself between the unfamiliar miqo'te and his family. The nunh's large shadow almost seemed to extend to infinity behind them as he stood alone before the outsider, defiant as he saw fit.
The young girl breathed a soft sigh to herself that sounded almost critical to his sudden behaviour, though her eyes would refuse to detach themselves from the scene before her. Her natural reaction begged her to walk away and give the silly scene no further merit by standing by as a spectator... but in truth, she didn't know. As her eyes slowly moved from one male to the other, observing every subtle hint of body language and facial expression from the pair, she grew less and less sure of herself. Less and less sure that she actually knew her father as well as she had thought.
("....would he..?")
Half a step was taken forward towards the towering form of her father as concern slowly took a firm hold over the young huntress's body. Should she intervene? Say something? Do something? Was this outsider even worth the trouble it might cause for her to do so? She was already on rough terms with her father as it stood. She hadn't even spoke to him properly since he last scolded her.
Still, she edged just a little closer every now and then... holding out hope that things would resolve themselves before she felt compelled to invade the scene... and also hoping that she would not come to her decision too late. K'yohko claimed the girl's final glance as she moved a little closer toward the front of the group once again. His defiance was not misplaced... though perhaps his aggression was. What was he capable of, the girl wondered?
The young girl breathed a soft sigh to herself that sounded almost critical to his sudden behaviour, though her eyes would refuse to detach themselves from the scene before her. Her natural reaction begged her to walk away and give the silly scene no further merit by standing by as a spectator... but in truth, she didn't know. As her eyes slowly moved from one male to the other, observing every subtle hint of body language and facial expression from the pair, she grew less and less sure of herself. Less and less sure that she actually knew her father as well as she had thought.
("....would he..?")
Half a step was taken forward towards the towering form of her father as concern slowly took a firm hold over the young huntress's body. Should she intervene? Say something? Do something? Was this outsider even worth the trouble it might cause for her to do so? She was already on rough terms with her father as it stood. She hadn't even spoke to him properly since he last scolded her.
Still, she edged just a little closer every now and then... holding out hope that things would resolve themselves before she felt compelled to invade the scene... and also hoping that she would not come to her decision too late. K'yohko claimed the girl's final glance as she moved a little closer toward the front of the group once again. His defiance was not misplaced... though perhaps his aggression was. What was he capable of, the girl wondered?
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Characters: Andre Winter (Hy'ur) / K'nahli Yohko (Miqo'te)
