The trip to the shaman’s tent was near unbearable. Though they tried to hold the jostling to a minimum, and though she held something to numb the pain under her tongue, K’luha couldn’t help the pained gasps or cries from the movement. Her mind could not formulate words to comprehend it, she could only understand the pain and that she wanted it desperately to stop. And stop it did as she was finally set down under the cool shade of the shaman’s tent. It was the inside of a tent she had not seen in a long time. It didn’t bring her memories of another time for once either. For once, she could only cry and mewl weakly at the lingering pain that seemed as if it was swallowing her whole being. She hardly heard K’rahto leave the tent, or K’nahli’s tentative question if help was needed. Somewhere in her mind she heard it, but it was difficult to care or comprehend with the pain.
Writhing weakly on the ground, Luha searched for something she hold onto. Something that could possibly ease her. She didn’t find anything to hold or grip at all. Instead her hands seemed to turn inward and grasp at her tattered light clothing. It ripped easily with her heavy handed grasp and Luha hissed at its lack of help.
K’iara felt a little bewildered. Nothing for months and suddenly everything seemed to be happening at once. As it was with her uncle K’ile, K’iara was left completely out of the loop. There was no explanation to her why it was Luha was so injured, or why there was food in the wagon, or even why he brought a stranger with him; it simply was. That was just the way it seemed to be with Uncle K’ile, K’iara felt defeatedly.
Shaking her head in annoyance, K’iara briskly made her way to the cart and began to unload it. There was more food and water here than she had seen in a long time and when it sat all off of the wagon on the dusty ground she held it in her eyes in wonder. So much food! And water! It really would be a feast! K’iara licked her lips unconsciously. Her stomach roared and gnawed on her with hunger. But she would wait. They had to wait. If they did not have a feast, they could make this last… probably for the whole trip to Drybone! It was wonderful. The best part of K’ile and K’luha’s return, certainly.
With newfound reason, K’iara began hauling the crates of food to the supply tent. Everyone would want to know about the food he had brought back with him, and certainly everyone wanted to eat it as soon as possible.
Writhing weakly on the ground, Luha searched for something she hold onto. Something that could possibly ease her. She didn’t find anything to hold or grip at all. Instead her hands seemed to turn inward and grasp at her tattered light clothing. It ripped easily with her heavy handed grasp and Luha hissed at its lack of help.
K’iara felt a little bewildered. Nothing for months and suddenly everything seemed to be happening at once. As it was with her uncle K’ile, K’iara was left completely out of the loop. There was no explanation to her why it was Luha was so injured, or why there was food in the wagon, or even why he brought a stranger with him; it simply was. That was just the way it seemed to be with Uncle K’ile, K’iara felt defeatedly.
Shaking her head in annoyance, K’iara briskly made her way to the cart and began to unload it. There was more food and water here than she had seen in a long time and when it sat all off of the wagon on the dusty ground she held it in her eyes in wonder. So much food! And water! It really would be a feast! K’iara licked her lips unconsciously. Her stomach roared and gnawed on her with hunger. But she would wait. They had to wait. If they did not have a feast, they could make this last… probably for the whole trip to Drybone! It was wonderful. The best part of K’ile and K’luha’s return, certainly.
With newfound reason, K’iara began hauling the crates of food to the supply tent. Everyone would want to know about the food he had brought back with him, and certainly everyone wanted to eat it as soon as possible.
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