"We will have the feast tomorrow, then," K'ile Tia snapped in silent huff as he spun around and shot out of the tent in sudden haste. It was not that he was in a hurry to get anywhere, but more that he felt he needed to be distant from the Elders for both their sake and his own. His wrist felt strange and bear, as though some bone had been removed. There was a line of soft skin wrapping the base of his hand where the bracelet had protected it from the sunlight.
He slipped past K'iara in a flash, the leather flap of the Elder's tent snapping as he pushed it aside. The huntress was for a moment a shade of her father, or of K'ada; his mind wasn't sure which dead person it would suffer him to be reminded of. The Tia rebuked his wandering thoughts, though, and caught K'iara with his eyes. "Tomorrow there will be a feast and I will challenge K'yohko for his place as Nunh. The food will have to be cooked and the Nunh will have to be ready to defend himself. I need to teach K'mih and K'tahjha how to dance for the ritual."
He slipped past K'iara in a flash, the leather flap of the Elder's tent snapping as he pushed it aside. The huntress was for a moment a shade of her father, or of K'ada; his mind wasn't sure which dead person it would suffer him to be reminded of. The Tia rebuked his wandering thoughts, though, and caught K'iara with his eyes. "Tomorrow there will be a feast and I will challenge K'yohko for his place as Nunh. The food will have to be cooked and the Nunh will have to be ready to defend himself. I need to teach K'mih and K'tahjha how to dance for the ritual."
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