The sand was forming drifts against K'ile's feet, and he could feel Azeyma's gaze burning it's way through the reddened skin of his neck, shoulders, and back. He watched his family working together, even if K'rahto and K'nahli were doing so with bitterness. They took K'luha back eagerly, and would apply the same energy to restoring her health, he was sure. K'tahjha was helping K'zhumi, a good place for her, and he saw no one treating her as anything less than a sister. K'mih was interacting with the exile's son, and nobody was stopping her from doing so.
K'yohko's anger had been rejected, along with everything it implied.
"K'iara!" The Tia shouted out to the woman, still near the wagon. "That wagon is load up with food and water! Make sure it gets covered up and stored! We're going to have a feast later!" He turned, then, to follow K'deiki. He smiled at the elder, saying while he walked, "It was really hard work to squeeze a feast out of that trip, but I managed it! And for a good reason."
K'yohko's anger had been rejected, along with everything it implied.
"K'iara!" The Tia shouted out to the woman, still near the wagon. "That wagon is load up with food and water! Make sure it gets covered up and stored! We're going to have a feast later!" He turned, then, to follow K'deiki. He smiled at the elder, saying while he walked, "It was really hard work to squeeze a feast out of that trip, but I managed it! And for a good reason."
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