K'lyrhi's assistance with carrying her father had earned a quick glance from K'nahli but even the unfamiliarity she felt from looking upon her face seemed to phase the girl little. Her mind was too far away from even conceptualizing that another outsider had arrived. Had she taken a second glance she would have certainly recognized it as any face that she had seen or even associated with around the camp, but she didn't; that wasn't important now. The girl took another step forward, her face contorting with second-hand pain as she could feel her armour gently pushing against some of the nuhn's open wounds and burns. It was unavoidable and a regrettable notion to have herself voluntarily hurt her father further than he already had been... but the man had been close to collapsing when he had emerged from the tent, what choice did she have?
Her concerns were cut short, however, for without any prior warning, K'yohko suddenly threw himself forward and away from the support of the two girls, coming to a stop but a few steps ahead of them before he revolved on the spot with a dizzying stagger.
"Don't touch me!!" he spat with venom toward her and the stranger both.
The girl froze to the spot briefly as she fell prey to her father's unwarranted anger. Both K'nahli and the other girl whom had joined her had merely acted out of compassionate concern for the wounded nuhn. What was ignorant... inconsiderate about that? It was difficult, so very difficult for the girl to not take his rejection personally and critically. She could feel that familiar sense of rebellion churning in the pit of her stomach as his words sliced through her. She couldn't deny that she was having a difficult time with facing him since their last encounter. It was a very seldom occurrence where she would find herself allowing her emotions to surface and, in turn, expose her vulnerability.
And yet now, when she had seized the opportunity, as it had so willfully presented itself, her father merely threw his daughter's concerns right back into her face as though it has been a handful of sand. She clenched her fists tightly, her mind wholly consumed by her own frustrations - though not enough to shield herself from hearing the warning that was carried with her father's vicious order.
("Amalj'aa? Here?")
Puzzlement and anxiety both mixed together to paint the girl's expression. She stared at her father for what felt like the longest time as she searched for meaning in his words. That couldn't be right after all. Amalj'aa? This far south? Had she even heard him right?
Her doubts were soon quelled, however, as her maroon stare met once again with the fierocious glower that glared out from amidst her father's determined expression. No, she had heard him correctly.
Reluctantly, the girl took a step backward, her eyes still focusing on her father for a moment longer before she turned on the spot and proceeded with a hastened stride toward her tent to retrieve her bow without so much as passing that second glance sideward to see who had actually been assisting her up until now. That was not important now.
Her concerns were cut short, however, for without any prior warning, K'yohko suddenly threw himself forward and away from the support of the two girls, coming to a stop but a few steps ahead of them before he revolved on the spot with a dizzying stagger.
"Don't touch me!!" he spat with venom toward her and the stranger both.
The girl froze to the spot briefly as she fell prey to her father's unwarranted anger. Both K'nahli and the other girl whom had joined her had merely acted out of compassionate concern for the wounded nuhn. What was ignorant... inconsiderate about that? It was difficult, so very difficult for the girl to not take his rejection personally and critically. She could feel that familiar sense of rebellion churning in the pit of her stomach as his words sliced through her. She couldn't deny that she was having a difficult time with facing him since their last encounter. It was a very seldom occurrence where she would find herself allowing her emotions to surface and, in turn, expose her vulnerability.
And yet now, when she had seized the opportunity, as it had so willfully presented itself, her father merely threw his daughter's concerns right back into her face as though it has been a handful of sand. She clenched her fists tightly, her mind wholly consumed by her own frustrations - though not enough to shield herself from hearing the warning that was carried with her father's vicious order.
("Amalj'aa? Here?")
Puzzlement and anxiety both mixed together to paint the girl's expression. She stared at her father for what felt like the longest time as she searched for meaning in his words. That couldn't be right after all. Amalj'aa? This far south? Had she even heard him right?
Her doubts were soon quelled, however, as her maroon stare met once again with the fierocious glower that glared out from amidst her father's determined expression. No, she had heard him correctly.
Reluctantly, the girl took a step backward, her eyes still focusing on her father for a moment longer before she turned on the spot and proceeded with a hastened stride toward her tent to retrieve her bow without so much as passing that second glance sideward to see who had actually been assisting her up until now. That was not important now.
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Characters: Andre Winter (Hy'ur) / K'nahli Yohko (Miqo'te)
