Wordlessly, K'mih could only watch as her father lowered himself on one of his knees, as he looked at her with the kind of warmth she hadn't seen in his eyes for so long. His hand searched for her then, just like his words did. But it'd been his smile, honest and unavoidable, what stole her voice and opened her eyes.
That which she could be punished for had made her father smile.
K'mih doesn't know if she smiled him back at that moment. Now, in the penumbra of her tent at night, she can't stop doing so.
"Did anything good happen today?" Her mother asks kindly, curious after seeing her daughter in such a dreamy state.
K'mih just nods, the memory of her father engraved in her mind like a secret that won't leave her curved lips.
That which she could be punished for had made her father smile.
K'mih doesn't know if she smiled him back at that moment. Now, in the penumbra of her tent at night, she can't stop doing so.
"Did anything good happen today?" Her mother asks kindly, curious after seeing her daughter in such a dreamy state.
K'mih just nods, the memory of her father engraved in her mind like a secret that won't leave her curved lips.
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Clover Blake (Hyur) /Â K'mih Yohko (Miqo'te)
