The trip to the medical tent felt endless for the Tia. He didn't know if K'nahli was looking at him, or if the way he was carrying K'luha's board, careful as he tried to be, was still too rough and painful for the woman. He wouldn't look at either of them, his eyes focused on what was behind his back. An excuse, perhaps, albeit a very justified one in such circumstances.
Once K'luha finally found herself in the safety of the tent, the Tia took a moment to breathe and pass a hand across his forehead. He wasn't tired, not really; it was just difficult to deal with whatever was troubling his mind.
Serious, he looked at his elder sister K'zhumi. "Do what you must. I'll be outside in case you need me."
There was nothing he could do there, after all, other than obstruct his sister's job. He didn't want to stay anyway. K'luha needed to rest and so did he. His eyes flicked toward K'nahli for half a second, before he made his way out of the tent. No more words were said, and none was needed.
[...]
"Xha'li?" K'mih repeated his name, studying the sound of it. She'd heard that Keepers of the Moon were different, but she'd never known much about them. There was a certain amount of innocent surprise in her tone, albeit this one didn't raise much. "You use your mother's name...?"
As much as she loved her mother, she was proud of being known for her father's name. Nunhs were very important for the tribe as a whole; she couldn't imagine herself being named any other way.
At the miqo'te's invitation for her to acquaintance his chocobo in a closer manner, K'mih seemed a bit nervous. She looked around carefully, wondering if it'd be alright for her to do such a thing. For good or for bad, there were no disapproving or angry looks she could find at that moment. The young miqo'te smiled shyly and stepped towards the chocobo and his owner. Her hand moved then, slowly, until her fingers did as much as graze the animal's head. The touch was insecure at first, as if fearing that the chocobo would react badly to her unknown scent.
Once K'luha finally found herself in the safety of the tent, the Tia took a moment to breathe and pass a hand across his forehead. He wasn't tired, not really; it was just difficult to deal with whatever was troubling his mind.
Serious, he looked at his elder sister K'zhumi. "Do what you must. I'll be outside in case you need me."
There was nothing he could do there, after all, other than obstruct his sister's job. He didn't want to stay anyway. K'luha needed to rest and so did he. His eyes flicked toward K'nahli for half a second, before he made his way out of the tent. No more words were said, and none was needed.
[...]
"Xha'li?" K'mih repeated his name, studying the sound of it. She'd heard that Keepers of the Moon were different, but she'd never known much about them. There was a certain amount of innocent surprise in her tone, albeit this one didn't raise much. "You use your mother's name...?"
As much as she loved her mother, she was proud of being known for her father's name. Nunhs were very important for the tribe as a whole; she couldn't imagine herself being named any other way.
At the miqo'te's invitation for her to acquaintance his chocobo in a closer manner, K'mih seemed a bit nervous. She looked around carefully, wondering if it'd be alright for her to do such a thing. For good or for bad, there were no disapproving or angry looks she could find at that moment. The young miqo'te smiled shyly and stepped towards the chocobo and his owner. Her hand moved then, slowly, until her fingers did as much as graze the animal's head. The touch was insecure at first, as if fearing that the chocobo would react badly to her unknown scent.
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Clover Blake (Hyur) /Â K'mih Yohko (Miqo'te)
