Nervous. Was she ever not nervous? K’yohko rarely recalled a time in which K’mih was not nervous. Maybe from afar when he saw her, when he could what her play when she did not notice him he could see her happiness, but never up close. She was never happy when he was close to her. Was it not the same for everyone in the tribe? No one was happy when he came near them. But if someone did not take up the role the tribe required, then it would all fall apart. K’yohko had long since recognized the role he played, and had long since stopped lamenting it. It was simply the natural order of these things.
Still, he wondered why she wanted to be his favorite. K’yohko had never thought a girl like K’mih would concern herself with that sort of thinking. Why was he her favorite when she was always so unhappy by him? His expression did not move much, but his eyes seemed to hold a small shock at her admittance. The best Nunh? Truly, K’mih thought he was the best Nunh? Normally the tribe tended to lean towards someone like K’thalen. Someone who shirked on his duties to instead play with the children and be generally fun and loveable. It wasn’t something K’yohko could do but he understand why it was people loved K’thalen. He was a good man, if not a bit undisciplined at times.
Still, K’yohko felt a very small smile creep upon his face. He tried to hide it quickly but it seemed to linger regardless of his desire. If there was no other reason for him to be remembered when he died, at least K’mih would remember him as a good man. As a good nunh. He had always strived to be a good Nunh, but this was perhaps the first time he heard someone say it as such and it brought him a happiness that he simply couldn’t hold inside himself.
He knelt down on a knee and looked to K’mih more earnestly. His eyes and expression had softened greatly, and there was a genuine warmth to his eyes now. K’yohko reached a hand forward to take his daughter’s so that she might be urged to listen to his quiet words.
“K’mih, when a new Nunh is chosen I will make sure that he is the best the world has to offer. He will be a great man, greater than me. And I will do this because I love my daughters dearly and I would never let another be their mate if he was not better than I.†A more noticeable smile twitched on his lips before he shook his head a little, as if to knock it off his face.
Still, he wondered why she wanted to be his favorite. K’yohko had never thought a girl like K’mih would concern herself with that sort of thinking. Why was he her favorite when she was always so unhappy by him? His expression did not move much, but his eyes seemed to hold a small shock at her admittance. The best Nunh? Truly, K’mih thought he was the best Nunh? Normally the tribe tended to lean towards someone like K’thalen. Someone who shirked on his duties to instead play with the children and be generally fun and loveable. It wasn’t something K’yohko could do but he understand why it was people loved K’thalen. He was a good man, if not a bit undisciplined at times.
Still, K’yohko felt a very small smile creep upon his face. He tried to hide it quickly but it seemed to linger regardless of his desire. If there was no other reason for him to be remembered when he died, at least K’mih would remember him as a good man. As a good nunh. He had always strived to be a good Nunh, but this was perhaps the first time he heard someone say it as such and it brought him a happiness that he simply couldn’t hold inside himself.
He knelt down on a knee and looked to K’mih more earnestly. His eyes and expression had softened greatly, and there was a genuine warmth to his eyes now. K’yohko reached a hand forward to take his daughter’s so that she might be urged to listen to his quiet words.
“K’mih, when a new Nunh is chosen I will make sure that he is the best the world has to offer. He will be a great man, greater than me. And I will do this because I love my daughters dearly and I would never let another be their mate if he was not better than I.†A more noticeable smile twitched on his lips before he shook his head a little, as if to knock it off his face.
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