K'iara bristled as K'ile of course, disregarded her words and walked around. A tribe to take care of? How... how could he even say that to her!? She was a head huntresses! She went out every single last Azeyema forsaken day to scour the desert for food. How could he even say that to her, like she hadn't done everything she could to take care of them? As he walked off to address K'mih, K'iara stomped and angry foot on the ground.
"I know we have a tribe to take care of! Something I've been doing Uncle! Something YOU haven't done in months! Don't act like you're the only one who ever thinks of the tribe!" She yelled back angrily at him. Her voice broke and became high-pitched towards the end, and K'iara had to hold her burning throat. She could never yell that loud thanks to the remaining wounds from the Calamity. Talking in general was a strain, but yelling was a whole different story. K'iara turned on her heels, brushing a few tears from her eyes. Her throat hurt terribly, and that her Uncle would be so damn stubborn...
"I know we have a tribe to take care of! Something I've been doing Uncle! Something YOU haven't done in months! Don't act like you're the only one who ever thinks of the tribe!" She yelled back angrily at him. Her voice broke and became high-pitched towards the end, and K'iara had to hold her burning throat. She could never yell that loud thanks to the remaining wounds from the Calamity. Talking in general was a strain, but yelling was a whole different story. K'iara turned on her heels, brushing a few tears from her eyes. Her throat hurt terribly, and that her Uncle would be so damn stubborn...
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