K'iara blinked as her similarly haired Uncle popped out of the tent right after her. Somehow she thought that K'ile's discussion with the elders would be longer... Or perhaps she had rudely interrupted it. K'iara shrugged the thought off uncomfortably. She avoided the elders when mostly possibly since she was the one always having to bring the bad news about the hunt. And that had been far too often of late. The desert was more bare than ever before.
Thinking of the barren desert, K'iara was reminded briefly of K'yohko's angry exit to hunt, alone. Had no one gone to hunt with him? She should have followed him probably... It probably wasn't too late to find him yet. K'iara turned to move towards her Chocobo. If she moved fast the maybe- K'iara had to stop in her tracks as her uncle's almost identical blue eyes caught her own. He seemed different than the last time that she spoke with him. But it had been a long time since they last looked at one another's eyes. Probably... at least five years. Since before the calamity. Despite K'ile being her uncle, they had surprisingly little to do with one another. Not for a lack of K'iara's wanting, or maybe not even for a lack of K'ile's wanting. It simply... somehow had come to pass that they were rather distant from one another.
K'ile's announcement startled her. Enough that her face visibly twisted into one of confusion, and then annoyance. She put her hands on her hips and looked down at the ground, narrowing her gaze.
"Well, hello to you too Uncle. I'm fine, thanks for asking." The huntress shook her head hard and looked back up at her Uncle with a thin frown. "You've been gone for months and the first things you say to me are unload the cart and I'm challenging the Nunh?" K'iara let out an exasperated sigh. Really, where was her father to knock some sense into his knuckleheaded brother? "You've got sand in your eyes Uncle. Who's going to cook? Not me. Not Zhumi. The others are all scrambling to hunt in the desert. The game is scare and when we do find it, it's extremely hard to kill." K'iara pursed her lips, her eyes softening a little. "We could have really used you for the hunts these last few weeks... And the food you brought? We could really use it to last out the month Uncle... If we have one feast, it will all be gone after tomorrow and I don't know how we're going to make it..." K'iara frowned at the ground again and kicked her heel into the sand. What could she do? Certainly, she doubted her words even touched her Uncle's ears. He was right there in front of her, but so far away at the same time.
K'iara huffed again and looked up.
"Tahj is in the shaman's tent with Luha and Zhumi. K'mih is over with K'nahli and the outsider. If you want, go get Tahj. I'm not risking Zhumi's wrath because you want someone to fire dance for your feast tomorrow. I'll get K'mih." K'iara motioned back towards Li and K'mih and K'nahli with a thumb.
Thinking of the barren desert, K'iara was reminded briefly of K'yohko's angry exit to hunt, alone. Had no one gone to hunt with him? She should have followed him probably... It probably wasn't too late to find him yet. K'iara turned to move towards her Chocobo. If she moved fast the maybe- K'iara had to stop in her tracks as her uncle's almost identical blue eyes caught her own. He seemed different than the last time that she spoke with him. But it had been a long time since they last looked at one another's eyes. Probably... at least five years. Since before the calamity. Despite K'ile being her uncle, they had surprisingly little to do with one another. Not for a lack of K'iara's wanting, or maybe not even for a lack of K'ile's wanting. It simply... somehow had come to pass that they were rather distant from one another.
K'ile's announcement startled her. Enough that her face visibly twisted into one of confusion, and then annoyance. She put her hands on her hips and looked down at the ground, narrowing her gaze.
"Well, hello to you too Uncle. I'm fine, thanks for asking." The huntress shook her head hard and looked back up at her Uncle with a thin frown. "You've been gone for months and the first things you say to me are unload the cart and I'm challenging the Nunh?" K'iara let out an exasperated sigh. Really, where was her father to knock some sense into his knuckleheaded brother? "You've got sand in your eyes Uncle. Who's going to cook? Not me. Not Zhumi. The others are all scrambling to hunt in the desert. The game is scare and when we do find it, it's extremely hard to kill." K'iara pursed her lips, her eyes softening a little. "We could have really used you for the hunts these last few weeks... And the food you brought? We could really use it to last out the month Uncle... If we have one feast, it will all be gone after tomorrow and I don't know how we're going to make it..." K'iara frowned at the ground again and kicked her heel into the sand. What could she do? Certainly, she doubted her words even touched her Uncle's ears. He was right there in front of her, but so far away at the same time.
K'iara huffed again and looked up.
"Tahj is in the shaman's tent with Luha and Zhumi. K'mih is over with K'nahli and the outsider. If you want, go get Tahj. I'm not risking Zhumi's wrath because you want someone to fire dance for your feast tomorrow. I'll get K'mih." K'iara motioned back towards Li and K'mih and K'nahli with a thumb.
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