Azeyma’s will was a strange and cruel thing of late. K’yohko’s gaze turned upwards at the sky, his eyes narrowing in distaste. He had questioned Azeyma’s will many times, but never so had he questioned it like he did in the past years. His eyes faintly turned back towards K’hai and the girl as they spoke. It went without saying K’hai’s weapon would be loaded. It was one of the first things K’yohko had loaded to begin with, and now it sat packed away towards the back of the pack on his Courel.
It seemed interesting to K’yohko that K’hai would demand respect on his behalf. So little seemed to still respect him. Yohko looked away again, his eyes drawn to the kills. The injured nunh stepped forward to grasp the heavy tail of a beast and pull on it roughly. Damn beasts were heavy. All of that thick hide and muscle. But the meat these drakes had was better than the wild ones. It was better fed, and the meat would keep the tribe fed, even with its newcomers, for at least two days.
Something seemed rather strange however. It was strange that K’ile would return with a stranger and K’luha this day that he also met K’hai. And to hear the girl call K’hai ‘Unca’ brought back a bitter memory for a time before the sky fell upon them. And now, he was called Father? K’yohko did not look at the girl immediately. Instead, he remained stiffly grasping the drake’s tail. How could it be that he met another lost tribe member? How were they all returning to this place? And how could they think to leave this place if their kin was returning to it finally?
K’yohko stiffly looked up at K’lhyri. She shared his hair color, and only one of his daughters had shared his distinct color of hair. But now that he looked at her, she seemed so old. The girl he remembered was so young when the Calamity hit. His mind conjured images of the small cub as he looked back when they left for Carteneu. But K’yohko found himself too stunned to say anything. Instead he motioned stiffly to the drake’s neck so that she might aid him by lifting up the other end and helping him toss it on the courel’s back.
It seemed interesting to K’yohko that K’hai would demand respect on his behalf. So little seemed to still respect him. Yohko looked away again, his eyes drawn to the kills. The injured nunh stepped forward to grasp the heavy tail of a beast and pull on it roughly. Damn beasts were heavy. All of that thick hide and muscle. But the meat these drakes had was better than the wild ones. It was better fed, and the meat would keep the tribe fed, even with its newcomers, for at least two days.
Something seemed rather strange however. It was strange that K’ile would return with a stranger and K’luha this day that he also met K’hai. And to hear the girl call K’hai ‘Unca’ brought back a bitter memory for a time before the sky fell upon them. And now, he was called Father? K’yohko did not look at the girl immediately. Instead, he remained stiffly grasping the drake’s tail. How could it be that he met another lost tribe member? How were they all returning to this place? And how could they think to leave this place if their kin was returning to it finally?
K’yohko stiffly looked up at K’lhyri. She shared his hair color, and only one of his daughters had shared his distinct color of hair. But now that he looked at her, she seemed so old. The girl he remembered was so young when the Calamity hit. His mind conjured images of the small cub as he looked back when they left for Carteneu. But K’yohko found himself too stunned to say anything. Instead he motioned stiffly to the drake’s neck so that she might aid him by lifting up the other end and helping him toss it on the courel’s back.
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