K'nahli's glance passed toward K'tahjha momentarily, allowing their eyes to meet in a brief exchange of mutual understanding. In truth, she hadn't even fully been aware of her presence up until now. It had been the sudden intrusion of her voice that had admitted her into their presence. Her blood sister's gratitude however, as simple as it was, was oddly appreciated by K'nahli, though her expression failed to express such thoughts. K'zhumi's voice followed soon after and interrupted their meeting of gazes, causing K'nahli to take her glance down toward the kneeling shaman's form as she gave her reply.
Nothing further was needed.
There was a short pause, a silence. Perhaps it were a mixture of the girl's surprise as well as her reluctance to speak the words that lingered timidly behind the safety of her shut lips. Reluctant? Was she truly that shy about offering words that expressed care or comfort to her family? She envied K'mih's prowess in moments like these. Ever since the calamity, even the most simple of interactions could often be...
"..Take... good care of her, K'zhumi" were the departing words finally breathed by the girl before dipping her head in the form of a small bow and turning away to exit the tent.
Swiftly she pushed out past the tent flaps and without so much as passing a glance toward her surroundings, she made her way back to where she had last seen the outsider. She was hasty in her movement, that much was clear. Her movement gave the impression of one whom were simply determined to fulfill a duty, her father's 'request' as it were; though in truth, such determination was not born out of the fear that the outsider would cause any trouble.
Nothing further was needed.
There was a short pause, a silence. Perhaps it were a mixture of the girl's surprise as well as her reluctance to speak the words that lingered timidly behind the safety of her shut lips. Reluctant? Was she truly that shy about offering words that expressed care or comfort to her family? She envied K'mih's prowess in moments like these. Ever since the calamity, even the most simple of interactions could often be...
"..Take... good care of her, K'zhumi" were the departing words finally breathed by the girl before dipping her head in the form of a small bow and turning away to exit the tent.
Swiftly she pushed out past the tent flaps and without so much as passing a glance toward her surroundings, she made her way back to where she had last seen the outsider. She was hasty in her movement, that much was clear. Her movement gave the impression of one whom were simply determined to fulfill a duty, her father's 'request' as it were; though in truth, such determination was not born out of the fear that the outsider would cause any trouble.
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Characters: Andre Winter (Hy'ur) / K'nahli Yohko (Miqo'te)
