The sands moved swiftly beneath him, and in a swift moment K'yohko and his courel had vanished alone into the sands. 'Do not hunt alone'. K'yohko would oblige her, only there was no one to join him in the hunt. He paused atop a sand dune far out and looked back to the small distant tribe. He saw what he was to them, what he must be, and lamented it.
K'ailia had been alive and well, but was she not now? Or did K'yohko mean...? K'luha felt her heart drop as the realization sunk in. Her daughter was gone. Maybe not dead but, dead to her. Dead to her family. It was almost as if she had committed suicide. After all, she chose this path. That way of life that brought her so far away. She found outsiders her new family, and to K'luha? K'luha had lost another child. She had given everything her spirit let her give to K'ailia. All of her worries and actions were for K'ailia. For her well being and saftey. To teach her and show her the beauty of the world and their way of life. Perhaps it was time for her to leave. Perhaps it was Azmeya's wisdom that she take her knowledge and skill elsewhere. But the Tweleve forbid, K'luha did not have the strength in her to accept her daughter's choice.
But what little she had not given away of herself, she would give to Tahj and K'ile. If they would accept it. It was how she had dealt with her son's death. And it would be how she dealt with K'ailia's.
Luha glanced up towards Zhumi and the unappeitizing looking vial. She looked briefly to Tahj, passified from her panaic and instead taking on an expression of pain and weariness again. She took the vial and quickly downed it. If it would help her, she would drink it. The taste was something between vomit and other things Luha would rather not admit she'd tasted. It made her nauseaous and considerably dizzy.
K'iara watched the scene nervously, stepping around the cart just a little ways away now. Her eyes drifted to the elder and her Uncle K'ile before turning back towards the cart. It was getting rather crowded over this way. But when K'zhumi shouted angrily to have someone carry Luha, she knew she could at least be of use. When K'nahli came over to the cart however, K'iara remained a few steps off for a moment, wondering what it was K'nahli would do..
Even in her naseusa and dizziness, Luha could recognize K'nahli's hair and voice. Although it took a few moments for her to recognize someone was even there in the first place.
"K'nahli?" Luha asked, reaching a hand up to rub at her eyes as if to clear them. Still, they were blurry and unfocused. Perhaps she was just exhausted. Still, she offered a smile at K'nahli's appearance. "K'nahli it's good to see you again." Luha paused at the quest of pain. Where did it hurt? Why, well, everywhere. Her body, her head, her heart, everything was hurting right now. But there was Tahj here, and she still had her family. K'nahli and K'zhumi and K'rahto were all proof that she had her family again.
Both Luha and K'iara looked to K'rahto when he demanded K'nahli stay out, and then that he would take her. K'luha looked a bit worried that the tiny tia was going to carry her, and K'iara looked peeved at her younger brother for being arrogant and rude. At least, K'iara had to think, K'nahli was a smart girl. A hip injury like this wasn't something K'rahto could carry alone without injurying Luha even more.
"Do I have a say in who carries me?" Luha mumbled, still rubbing at her eyes.
K'iara frowned and came up behind her brother, agitatedly reaching forward to pinch his ear. She oft pinched his ear to warn him when he was being rude or abbrassive.
"Don't be rude Rahto. Use the board she was laying on earlier so you don't' have to hurt her hip anymore than it already is." K'iara pointed out the board before looking to Zhumi. Hopefully that would maybe pacify Zhumi for a moment...? Because if Zhumi was going to whack K'nahli and K'rahto, K'iara was already prepared to duck.
K'ailia had been alive and well, but was she not now? Or did K'yohko mean...? K'luha felt her heart drop as the realization sunk in. Her daughter was gone. Maybe not dead but, dead to her. Dead to her family. It was almost as if she had committed suicide. After all, she chose this path. That way of life that brought her so far away. She found outsiders her new family, and to K'luha? K'luha had lost another child. She had given everything her spirit let her give to K'ailia. All of her worries and actions were for K'ailia. For her well being and saftey. To teach her and show her the beauty of the world and their way of life. Perhaps it was time for her to leave. Perhaps it was Azmeya's wisdom that she take her knowledge and skill elsewhere. But the Tweleve forbid, K'luha did not have the strength in her to accept her daughter's choice.
But what little she had not given away of herself, she would give to Tahj and K'ile. If they would accept it. It was how she had dealt with her son's death. And it would be how she dealt with K'ailia's.
Luha glanced up towards Zhumi and the unappeitizing looking vial. She looked briefly to Tahj, passified from her panaic and instead taking on an expression of pain and weariness again. She took the vial and quickly downed it. If it would help her, she would drink it. The taste was something between vomit and other things Luha would rather not admit she'd tasted. It made her nauseaous and considerably dizzy.
K'iara watched the scene nervously, stepping around the cart just a little ways away now. Her eyes drifted to the elder and her Uncle K'ile before turning back towards the cart. It was getting rather crowded over this way. But when K'zhumi shouted angrily to have someone carry Luha, she knew she could at least be of use. When K'nahli came over to the cart however, K'iara remained a few steps off for a moment, wondering what it was K'nahli would do..
Even in her naseusa and dizziness, Luha could recognize K'nahli's hair and voice. Although it took a few moments for her to recognize someone was even there in the first place.
"K'nahli?" Luha asked, reaching a hand up to rub at her eyes as if to clear them. Still, they were blurry and unfocused. Perhaps she was just exhausted. Still, she offered a smile at K'nahli's appearance. "K'nahli it's good to see you again." Luha paused at the quest of pain. Where did it hurt? Why, well, everywhere. Her body, her head, her heart, everything was hurting right now. But there was Tahj here, and she still had her family. K'nahli and K'zhumi and K'rahto were all proof that she had her family again.
Both Luha and K'iara looked to K'rahto when he demanded K'nahli stay out, and then that he would take her. K'luha looked a bit worried that the tiny tia was going to carry her, and K'iara looked peeved at her younger brother for being arrogant and rude. At least, K'iara had to think, K'nahli was a smart girl. A hip injury like this wasn't something K'rahto could carry alone without injurying Luha even more.
"Do I have a say in who carries me?" Luha mumbled, still rubbing at her eyes.
K'iara frowned and came up behind her brother, agitatedly reaching forward to pinch his ear. She oft pinched his ear to warn him when he was being rude or abbrassive.
"Don't be rude Rahto. Use the board she was laying on earlier so you don't' have to hurt her hip anymore than it already is." K'iara pointed out the board before looking to Zhumi. Hopefully that would maybe pacify Zhumi for a moment...? Because if Zhumi was going to whack K'nahli and K'rahto, K'iara was already prepared to duck.
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