The adamance in her gaze yielded while it slowly wandered back and forth between miqo'te as each took a turn to interject into her and K'rahto's mild disagreement. The girl found herself fading from the comments, slowly submitting to the increasing volume of her own thoughts - though not before hearing K'iara's instruction.
("The board..?") she asked herself quietly, hardly a second before her eyes then fell upon it. Of course... it's purpose almost seemed too obvious now.
Looking towards K'iara, K'nahli responded with a simple and silent nod to express her understanding.
The idle, unrelated chatter that followed, however, fell upon deaf ears; the words and the lips from which they were born bearing no meaning to the girl's now, wandering mind. Her maroon eyes seemed to glaze over after a moment, resembling red dahlia's that had been gently coated with a veil of morning dew. This was neither the time nor place for it and yet... somehow she still found herself bickering with someone; yet again. Though she struggled to find an honest reason as to why, K'nahli resolved only to blame herself. It was, after all, usually her fault anyways. It only made sense that it was her doing but she were simply too ignorant to understand why.Â
An unheard sigh whispered out over her lips in lament before she glanced upward, noticing now that K'rahto had already gripped on to the edge of the board opposite her and was impatiently awaiting her cooperation. Her body seemed to react on it's own from there, carefully positioning itself accordingly before steadily pushing upward to lift her own side of the board, her thoughts however, lingering in a far away place. Being very meticulous with each step she took, the girl slowly and steadily dropped down from the cart, stopping only for a moment after both her feet eagerly greeted the sand to exhale softly with relief. Cooperatively, the pair both meandered around the cart with a carefully-executed wide angle, taking the utmost care with their precious cargo as both she and K'rahto turned on the spot to begin carrying their injured kin safely in toward the camp's boundaries.
K'rahto, now having his back facing their destination, had the convenient excuse to look over his shoulder and avoid meeting the archer's fiery gaze. She on the other hand, was watching him carefully. Her glance was curious, uncertain; like a young drake studying a sandworm that appeared a challenge beyond it's experience. Her softened expression - ever so faint as it was - was gently moulded by her own curiosity as her brow furrowed slightly. Why did he feel the need to pick at her like that? As far as she was concerned, they had left on normal, if not good terms with their previous two encounters. What could she, the girl he so arbitrarily felt affection for - to the point of risking his own health even -, have possibly done to earn his frustration?
Her gaze remained upon him for a few moments longer. Each time her vibrant stare was interrupted by a curious blink, she did so slowly - as though the action served to punctuate each passing thought and declare the ripened beginning of another.
"....hmph.." the girl finally exclaimed to herself, perhaps a little more loudly than she had intended. Had she embraced defeat too readily? K'rahto was just as... no, more comtemptuous than she was on her worst of days. Yes... it definitely wasn't her.
Her gaze upon the tia was severed in that instant, gliding a little away from the male so that she needn't anger herself any further by looking at him directly. Quietly, they both continued with their simple task; the discomforting silence, however, feeling as though it were only catalyzing the tension that was undoubtedly growing between the pair.
("The board..?") she asked herself quietly, hardly a second before her eyes then fell upon it. Of course... it's purpose almost seemed too obvious now.
Looking towards K'iara, K'nahli responded with a simple and silent nod to express her understanding.
The idle, unrelated chatter that followed, however, fell upon deaf ears; the words and the lips from which they were born bearing no meaning to the girl's now, wandering mind. Her maroon eyes seemed to glaze over after a moment, resembling red dahlia's that had been gently coated with a veil of morning dew. This was neither the time nor place for it and yet... somehow she still found herself bickering with someone; yet again. Though she struggled to find an honest reason as to why, K'nahli resolved only to blame herself. It was, after all, usually her fault anyways. It only made sense that it was her doing but she were simply too ignorant to understand why.Â
An unheard sigh whispered out over her lips in lament before she glanced upward, noticing now that K'rahto had already gripped on to the edge of the board opposite her and was impatiently awaiting her cooperation. Her body seemed to react on it's own from there, carefully positioning itself accordingly before steadily pushing upward to lift her own side of the board, her thoughts however, lingering in a far away place. Being very meticulous with each step she took, the girl slowly and steadily dropped down from the cart, stopping only for a moment after both her feet eagerly greeted the sand to exhale softly with relief. Cooperatively, the pair both meandered around the cart with a carefully-executed wide angle, taking the utmost care with their precious cargo as both she and K'rahto turned on the spot to begin carrying their injured kin safely in toward the camp's boundaries.
K'rahto, now having his back facing their destination, had the convenient excuse to look over his shoulder and avoid meeting the archer's fiery gaze. She on the other hand, was watching him carefully. Her glance was curious, uncertain; like a young drake studying a sandworm that appeared a challenge beyond it's experience. Her softened expression - ever so faint as it was - was gently moulded by her own curiosity as her brow furrowed slightly. Why did he feel the need to pick at her like that? As far as she was concerned, they had left on normal, if not good terms with their previous two encounters. What could she, the girl he so arbitrarily felt affection for - to the point of risking his own health even -, have possibly done to earn his frustration?
Her gaze remained upon him for a few moments longer. Each time her vibrant stare was interrupted by a curious blink, she did so slowly - as though the action served to punctuate each passing thought and declare the ripened beginning of another.
"....hmph.." the girl finally exclaimed to herself, perhaps a little more loudly than she had intended. Had she embraced defeat too readily? K'rahto was just as... no, more comtemptuous than she was on her worst of days. Yes... it definitely wasn't her.
Her gaze upon the tia was severed in that instant, gliding a little away from the male so that she needn't anger herself any further by looking at him directly. Quietly, they both continued with their simple task; the discomforting silence, however, feeling as though it were only catalyzing the tension that was undoubtedly growing between the pair.
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Characters: Andre Winter (Hy'ur) / K'nahli Yohko (Miqo'te)
