Beaky...? Was that the name of her chocobo? K'yohko faintly cringed at the name. It sounded degrading for a chocobo. He had always disliked 'pet' names for anyone or anything. The name 'Beaky' fell into the category perfectly, and it did not surprise him in the slightest when the Chocobo did not immediately come with she called. Was 'Beaky' a chocobo from the Tribe, or from elsewhere now? And where had the girl been for all these years?
K'yohko stole a sideways glance at K'lhyri, his eyes coldly traveling her form and seeking for something familiar. But the only thing he could recognize about her was her hair; his hair. And he had but a single daughter with that hair whom was lost in the Calamity. K'yohko frowned and looked away from her again. He could not remember his lost daughter K'lhyri with a clarity that he would like. She lingered in his mind only as a small girl with purple hair consumed by the fires with a missing body.
A small but heavy sigh escaped his lips, and K'yohko turned back to K'hai, purposely ignoring the remark on his arm. There was no need to let her see it. It would hang on just fine until they returned. The news of Amal'jaa so close needed to be swiftly delivered.
The Nunh made his way to K'hai, taking smooth deliberate steps across the stand. His weight barely made indents in the soft sand, and all too quickly seemed to smooth again with the soft breeze.
"K'hai." Yohko called to his brother and narrowed his stony gaze at his injured brother. He felt he did not need to explain what he would do. K'hai would ride Beaky back to the camp and Yohko and... K'lhyri would walk. Yohko glanced back to the chocobo and the girl standing off a ways now and waited for them to near so they could load K'hai up on the chocobo.
K'yohko stole a sideways glance at K'lhyri, his eyes coldly traveling her form and seeking for something familiar. But the only thing he could recognize about her was her hair; his hair. And he had but a single daughter with that hair whom was lost in the Calamity. K'yohko frowned and looked away from her again. He could not remember his lost daughter K'lhyri with a clarity that he would like. She lingered in his mind only as a small girl with purple hair consumed by the fires with a missing body.
A small but heavy sigh escaped his lips, and K'yohko turned back to K'hai, purposely ignoring the remark on his arm. There was no need to let her see it. It would hang on just fine until they returned. The news of Amal'jaa so close needed to be swiftly delivered.
The Nunh made his way to K'hai, taking smooth deliberate steps across the stand. His weight barely made indents in the soft sand, and all too quickly seemed to smooth again with the soft breeze.
"K'hai." Yohko called to his brother and narrowed his stony gaze at his injured brother. He felt he did not need to explain what he would do. K'hai would ride Beaky back to the camp and Yohko and... K'lhyri would walk. Yohko glanced back to the chocobo and the girl standing off a ways now and waited for them to near so they could load K'hai up on the chocobo.
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