"Uhm?" K'ile snapped his head around to watch K'iara run off, the anger in her grating voice sitting heavy in his ears and pulling them down on his head. What had she gotten so angry about? Maybe she didn't think the feast was as important as K'ile knew that it was -- the tribe was starving in its heart as well, after all -- but she should at least respect the fact that the Elders gave him the go-ahead. He quirked his features in discomfort, watching the girl's red tail she left.
He wished he knew her better, or that he understood women and their emotions better. Maybe he'd find her later and apologize for whatever he'd done to upset her, if he could figure it out in the meantime. Knowing himself as he did, he was sure he'd said something he shouldn't have.
K'mih's voice snapped him back around, and at first his hands swung away from his body to greet her with enthusiasm. But his right wrist felt light and vulnerable, the fingers of his hand curled under his naked wrist. K'ile Tia drew the wrist that had once born the bracelet of the firedancers near his body. He almost hit it from the girl. But, then, it was K'mih.
Instead of hiding his hand, he brought it in front of him to show her the absence of the stones. He smiled, though, hoping that the strained expression would draw a more sincere smile from her. "I need your help with something. There's going to be a feast tomorrow evening, and someone's going to have to dance to dedicate the feast to Azeyma. I can't dance anymore, but I want to teach you and K'tahjha to dance for the tribe. It's a very important job, but it's a lot of fun, too."
He wished he knew her better, or that he understood women and their emotions better. Maybe he'd find her later and apologize for whatever he'd done to upset her, if he could figure it out in the meantime. Knowing himself as he did, he was sure he'd said something he shouldn't have.
K'mih's voice snapped him back around, and at first his hands swung away from his body to greet her with enthusiasm. But his right wrist felt light and vulnerable, the fingers of his hand curled under his naked wrist. K'ile Tia drew the wrist that had once born the bracelet of the firedancers near his body. He almost hit it from the girl. But, then, it was K'mih.
Instead of hiding his hand, he brought it in front of him to show her the absence of the stones. He smiled, though, hoping that the strained expression would draw a more sincere smile from her. "I need your help with something. There's going to be a feast tomorrow evening, and someone's going to have to dance to dedicate the feast to Azeyma. I can't dance anymore, but I want to teach you and K'tahjha to dance for the tribe. It's a very important job, but it's a lot of fun, too."
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