K'nahli's long, slender ears flicked and twitched suddenly upon hear K'zhumi's agitated call for assistance. Having been engrossed in her own thoughts, she had completely forgotten about the injured K'luha who lay just out of sight in the back of the carriage. The shaman's harsh voice sliced through the air like a steel-tipped arrow aimed directly for the blue-haired huntress, as she would have had herself believe. It was a welcomed excuse. Perhaps with that, someone else could tend to the unsavoury introductions of the outsider.
Hastily, K'nahli turned away from the group; her powerful legs taking her toward the chocobo cart that lay just outside of the camp's borders with the quick strides of a jog. Numerous, soft clouds of saffron were kicked up into the air behind her, creating a faint trail that almost seemed to dance in the wind before being carried away by the gentle, rolling, desert breeze. As she drew closer to K'zhuzu's alleged son she couldn't help but to allow her eyes to flick toward him for a brief moment. A sharp glance passed over his form only to retreat away once again before she believed he would have felt her stare. Subtle and short-lived as it was, the girl was sizing the male up; determining his strength and potential should he be foolish enough to try and stir up trouble later on.
Just as quickly as her thoughts had turned to the male however, they had removed themselves from him once again, satisfied with her assessment, as she eagerly made her way toward the back of the carriage from where she would take her first glance inside and see K'luha for the first time since she had left the camp.
".....!"
The girl's vibrant eyes immediately grew wide with shock upon beholding the feeble stranger who lay weakly on K'tahjha's lap. It was a very strange, almost unnerving sight to behold. The proud and independent K'luha - as K'nahli had always known her - had never been one to show weakness, and yet seeing her like this now was enough to make even K'nahli feel compelled with worry. The woman was in far worse shape than she could have imagined. The girl's maroon eyes refused to remove themselves from the sight before her, fixated and interrupted only by a few uncertain blinks as though she were verifying that her eyes were not deceiving her.
K'zhumi, quick to uphold her duties, had already made a start on helping K'luha in whatever way that she could, but even so, the wounded miqo'te was still clearly in a lot of pain. K'nahli remained idle on the spot as she hesitated for a second or two longer before she finally clambered into the carriage and placed herself alongside her pitiful aunt.
"Where does... it hurt?" the girl asked hesitantly as her eyes scanned across K'luha's fragile body, unsure of where to place her hands without causing further pain in the process. Did her pain extend beyond her hip? It didn't look like it but she certainly did not want to risk it.
With an injury like this, K'nahli remained unsure of how they could move her safely back into the camp by hand. Her countenance was unmistakably scrawled with total shell-shock as her glance moved from face to face, searching for proper instruction for what to do next.
Hastily, K'nahli turned away from the group; her powerful legs taking her toward the chocobo cart that lay just outside of the camp's borders with the quick strides of a jog. Numerous, soft clouds of saffron were kicked up into the air behind her, creating a faint trail that almost seemed to dance in the wind before being carried away by the gentle, rolling, desert breeze. As she drew closer to K'zhuzu's alleged son she couldn't help but to allow her eyes to flick toward him for a brief moment. A sharp glance passed over his form only to retreat away once again before she believed he would have felt her stare. Subtle and short-lived as it was, the girl was sizing the male up; determining his strength and potential should he be foolish enough to try and stir up trouble later on.
Just as quickly as her thoughts had turned to the male however, they had removed themselves from him once again, satisfied with her assessment, as she eagerly made her way toward the back of the carriage from where she would take her first glance inside and see K'luha for the first time since she had left the camp.
".....!"
The girl's vibrant eyes immediately grew wide with shock upon beholding the feeble stranger who lay weakly on K'tahjha's lap. It was a very strange, almost unnerving sight to behold. The proud and independent K'luha - as K'nahli had always known her - had never been one to show weakness, and yet seeing her like this now was enough to make even K'nahli feel compelled with worry. The woman was in far worse shape than she could have imagined. The girl's maroon eyes refused to remove themselves from the sight before her, fixated and interrupted only by a few uncertain blinks as though she were verifying that her eyes were not deceiving her.
K'zhumi, quick to uphold her duties, had already made a start on helping K'luha in whatever way that she could, but even so, the wounded miqo'te was still clearly in a lot of pain. K'nahli remained idle on the spot as she hesitated for a second or two longer before she finally clambered into the carriage and placed herself alongside her pitiful aunt.
"Where does... it hurt?" the girl asked hesitantly as her eyes scanned across K'luha's fragile body, unsure of where to place her hands without causing further pain in the process. Did her pain extend beyond her hip? It didn't look like it but she certainly did not want to risk it.
With an injury like this, K'nahli remained unsure of how they could move her safely back into the camp by hand. Her countenance was unmistakably scrawled with total shell-shock as her glance moved from face to face, searching for proper instruction for what to do next.
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Characters: Andre Winter (Hy'ur) / K'nahli Yohko (Miqo'te)
