A wave of sheer relief had washed over K'nahli from the moment K'deiki and K'ile had both intervened. A soft sigh escaped past her tinted lips as she sought a momentary comfort from gazing into the sand that crunched and shifted beneath her feet. In truth, she was doubtful that she could have said anything that would have succeeded in even slightly pacifying the nunh's temper. He was a good man, no.. a great man..... one who sought only the best for his family.
The girl blinked slowly in thought.
But even so, he was still just another person to whom K'nahli had difficult expressing herself to. Her words, were she able to so much as even find them, would likely never reach him.
A few seconds had passed before she tilted her head upward to study him once again. Though she could clearly see his lips moving, she had now grown deaf to the entire exchange as she fell into an unknown world of her own. The aggression that sought to control him was clearer than any Sagolii sky as it rolled expressively through his every body movement to the point that it could almost be felt bubbling, fervently and deeply within his veins. His anger was an unusual concoction, an elixir created through the many secret and fermenting emotions that had long remained hidden beneath his stern yet unafflicted appearance. It seemed to be only now that the girl was realising the truth. At the heart of it all, he was still only miqo'te. Relied upon by many but seemingly leaning on no-one else in turn. K'mih had quietly been K'nahli's source of comfort since the days of the Calamity, a person to which she could reveal her more fragile side to when she had felt the need to, someone from whom she needn't shield her emotions in fear of ridicule or further heartache; but... who did K'yohko have?
The girl blinked slowly as she fell down into the depths of her own pressing thoughts. To the perceptive of those whom did not know the girl, she may have subtly hinted towards an expression of worry and even concern. It would not be a simple task to forget what K'mih had told her, she thought to herself as she bit the inside of her lower lip - but... K'yohko was not to blame for that. It was wrong and childish of her to turn her disapproval toward the situation on him when he, blind to what K'nahli herself had known, had done nothing to deserve it.
She would not lie to herself. She wanted to be able to talk to him, to say something that might help calm him down and soothe his mind - even if it was only a feeling born now out of her own guilt upon seeing him behave like this; but that, as she well knew, was not something that she had any affinity for. Her father was hurt, that much was obvious. Though his wounds lay a secret beyond what his flesh alone could betray, and despite everything, even this small feeling of familiarity and closeness that had presented itself in the form of his sudden anger, she felt that she could never help him.
She observed alone and in silence as the older tribekin continue to converse in a fashion that, had she been listening, would have proven to appeared more like a contest of spitting violently, contrasting opinions. Though the focus had moved away from the stranger and instead came to be a disagreement between K'yohko and the firedancer K'ile, it still carried with it it's own form of tension, though not one that would be found to be of any concern to K'nahli. The girl's expression softened into something akin to relief for a moment. In the end, K'yohko did not entirely submit to his emotions.
"I will trust you, K'nahli, to see to it that this outsider does not cause more trouble when he is left alone."
The mere mention of her name had caught the girl off-guard, sound suddenly returning to the world around her as her father's voice claimed her back into the realm. Maroon eyes - that had grown wide with surprise - traveled across the saffron sands on which they stood to meet with K'yohko's brief gaze. His mauve eyes were as sharp as ever as he requested, no, commanded her assistance with the matter of the outsider. The girl shifted uncomfortably on the spot at the mere thought of involving herself with the outsider's business. Had it been at any other time she likely would have immediately contested such a request and sought a more reasonable person to pass such an unfavourable duty on to. Though this time it felt very, very different. All that she could do was oblige.
A hesitant nod was the girl's only answer as her eyes fled to the corner's of her eyes as though trying to hide her obvious disdain for having been bestowed with such a mundane task. After a few seconds, her gaze once again sought out K'yohko's large form as it briskly departed from the group; alone. She continued to watch his large, muscular back as he hastily abandoned the scene, and hopefully his uncharacteristic anger, behind him.
Though his sudden request had stolen some of her attention away from her personal concerns, it still lingered stubbornly somewhere within the depths of her own thoughts.
What was this strange feeling tugging at her heart?
The girl blinked slowly in thought.
But even so, he was still just another person to whom K'nahli had difficult expressing herself to. Her words, were she able to so much as even find them, would likely never reach him.
A few seconds had passed before she tilted her head upward to study him once again. Though she could clearly see his lips moving, she had now grown deaf to the entire exchange as she fell into an unknown world of her own. The aggression that sought to control him was clearer than any Sagolii sky as it rolled expressively through his every body movement to the point that it could almost be felt bubbling, fervently and deeply within his veins. His anger was an unusual concoction, an elixir created through the many secret and fermenting emotions that had long remained hidden beneath his stern yet unafflicted appearance. It seemed to be only now that the girl was realising the truth. At the heart of it all, he was still only miqo'te. Relied upon by many but seemingly leaning on no-one else in turn. K'mih had quietly been K'nahli's source of comfort since the days of the Calamity, a person to which she could reveal her more fragile side to when she had felt the need to, someone from whom she needn't shield her emotions in fear of ridicule or further heartache; but... who did K'yohko have?
The girl blinked slowly as she fell down into the depths of her own pressing thoughts. To the perceptive of those whom did not know the girl, she may have subtly hinted towards an expression of worry and even concern. It would not be a simple task to forget what K'mih had told her, she thought to herself as she bit the inside of her lower lip - but... K'yohko was not to blame for that. It was wrong and childish of her to turn her disapproval toward the situation on him when he, blind to what K'nahli herself had known, had done nothing to deserve it.
She would not lie to herself. She wanted to be able to talk to him, to say something that might help calm him down and soothe his mind - even if it was only a feeling born now out of her own guilt upon seeing him behave like this; but that, as she well knew, was not something that she had any affinity for. Her father was hurt, that much was obvious. Though his wounds lay a secret beyond what his flesh alone could betray, and despite everything, even this small feeling of familiarity and closeness that had presented itself in the form of his sudden anger, she felt that she could never help him.
She observed alone and in silence as the older tribekin continue to converse in a fashion that, had she been listening, would have proven to appeared more like a contest of spitting violently, contrasting opinions. Though the focus had moved away from the stranger and instead came to be a disagreement between K'yohko and the firedancer K'ile, it still carried with it it's own form of tension, though not one that would be found to be of any concern to K'nahli. The girl's expression softened into something akin to relief for a moment. In the end, K'yohko did not entirely submit to his emotions.
"I will trust you, K'nahli, to see to it that this outsider does not cause more trouble when he is left alone."
The mere mention of her name had caught the girl off-guard, sound suddenly returning to the world around her as her father's voice claimed her back into the realm. Maroon eyes - that had grown wide with surprise - traveled across the saffron sands on which they stood to meet with K'yohko's brief gaze. His mauve eyes were as sharp as ever as he requested, no, commanded her assistance with the matter of the outsider. The girl shifted uncomfortably on the spot at the mere thought of involving herself with the outsider's business. Had it been at any other time she likely would have immediately contested such a request and sought a more reasonable person to pass such an unfavourable duty on to. Though this time it felt very, very different. All that she could do was oblige.
A hesitant nod was the girl's only answer as her eyes fled to the corner's of her eyes as though trying to hide her obvious disdain for having been bestowed with such a mundane task. After a few seconds, her gaze once again sought out K'yohko's large form as it briskly departed from the group; alone. She continued to watch his large, muscular back as he hastily abandoned the scene, and hopefully his uncharacteristic anger, behind him.
Though his sudden request had stolen some of her attention away from her personal concerns, it still lingered stubbornly somewhere within the depths of her own thoughts.
What was this strange feeling tugging at her heart?
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Characters: Andre Winter (Hy'ur) / K'nahli Yohko (Miqo'te)
