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K'nahli · **01-11-2014, 01:41 PM**

K'nahli didn't get very far before her forgotten sense of fatigue from the long day of work had finally caught up to her. Coming to a gradual halt in between a number of towering dunes that shielded her from view of the camp, she lurched forward over herself and began breathing heavily while promptly latching her trembling hands on to her knees tightly to anchor herself in position as she did so. The young girl's crimson gaze, once firm and direct was still unfamiliar, remarkably wide with shock while they frantically eyed the apricot-tinted sands below her feet fearfully. After a number of deep and much needed breaths, the refreshing air poured in and filled her lungs pleasantly as she slowly brought a restless hand up to greet her throbbing temple. She felt so incredibly foolish, though it was for a multitude of reasons. Her own rationality insisted that she had overreacted, that she had read too deeply into a scenario and responded with an unjust emotion - a convincing concept considering her unrivaled ability to quickly jump to a state of agitation or even rage. Though her lack of confidence would not allow such a thought to win over her mind so easily. "What ifs" continued to plague her thoughts with unyielding determination. The stress alone was enough to make the girl feel sick to the stomach.

After a short while, her expression finally began to slowly grow softer into one that reflected an appearance of mere sadness. The tips of her fingers massaged across her temple soothingly though they offered little comfort to her mind.

Taking only moment to relish in the tiny relief, she brought herself back up to a normal posture and allowed her mournful eyes to travel upward from her feet to stare out across the vast, darkening desert before her with lingering sense of melancholy. She couldn't deny that the idea was tempting. Surely it was the least she could do for her family.
A small gust of evening wind infused with tiny grains of sand rolled over the dunes toward her and brushed across her fragile face, causing her hanging locks, tied with ornaments to flutter lightly across her face. With it however, came an opposing thought.
Wouldn't she be as bad as K'ailia? Wasn't this in a way, even more selfish? Unlike her estranged sister, K'nahli actually served great value to the tribe in the same way that every huntress did. Yet K'ailia, despite the expectation and her repeated disappearances leading up to her final departure, was the victim of brutal and a most bitter welcome. Wouldn't a young huntress that displayed discipline and aptitude when it came to catching, slaying and preparing food be a more troublesome loss? Even if no-one missed K'nahli, the loss of extra help, given the tribe's dwindling state, would surely be problematic.

What would her decision be?

The slow, thumping of her heart beating against her chest seemed to amplify itself until all other sound was eventually drowned out beneath it. It was partly for this reason that the steps of an approaching female remained unheard to the young archer as she lay lost within her silent moment of thought.

Kailia · **01-11-2014, 02:08 PM**

K'takka's words broke through the anger. So this was a lesson? And yet, all she had thought of was her mother running. Of K'ile's actions towards her. But it all sunk in. All she thought of, was how they effected herself. She was selfish. A trait she shared with her mother. She was thinking of herself.

Why did she return? What was the lesson she was to learn? She had ventured out on her own to learn. Yet here in the tribe, K'takka was trying to teach her something, and she could not see it. Still could not. What was the lesson then she was to learn? Being quiet? She was doing that. Using multiple techniques, and yet all considered cheating.

What does she have to do to please the elders? What must she do? How can she find this out if she is now allowed to ask? If spoken words were not allowed... she closed her eyes and this time silently prayed to the earth. The sand that was not covered began to shift, and the words 'I am listening, please teach me' appeared.

Naunet · **01-11-2014, 02:15 PM**

There had been nothing to say as K'takka delivered her lesson, nothing that could have altered its outcome or the minds of those involved, and so K'deiki had not spoken. That did not mean she remained passive, however, and as her half-sister and half-sister's grandson attempted to impress upon her own wayward great-granddaughter, K'deiki had devoted her energy to prayer.

Knobby hands worked themselves rhythmically into the soft sand beneath her knees and the many layers of the colored cloth adorning her body, and with each slow, aged breath, she sought their Warden's wisdom and protection for her family. K'ailia had need of it most of all, she thought, not to shield her from the consequences of her actions but toÂ guideÂ her, to teach her. The Warden was ever willing to offer lessons to those who would listen, though even as she prayed, K'deiki wondered if now too few of their young were willing to listen.

She could sense K'jhanhi's presence near and knew what the old man thought and felt without asking. The silence of his bitter rejection was a kindness for the young girl bowed on the ground before them, a sign that he did not wish to push her further. With a heavy heart, K'deiki recognized that it also meant he had given up. There would be no lessons from him, no prayers for their great-granddaughter, and she couldn't fault him that.

She lifted her head as K'takka called for K'yohko once more, took in the shadowed forms in the tent cast in oranges and yellows in fire light, and finally spoke, her voice rattling out from her ribs, "We have seen what your actions have done to your mother. We saw it in how she came to us desperate and hateful of herself. In abandoning your family, you risked breaking them, when we have already lost much. Will you only see that once she's become as empty a shell as my own daughter?" Her words dragged from her throat with difficulty, and she coughed once, a dry, raspy sound, before continuing, "I do not want you to have to watch your family crumble so that you may learn a lesson. Think of others, K'ailia Yohko. Do not think of your wants for now. Think of others."

Izmina · **01-11-2014, 02:16 PM**

Tahj stalked the sands carefully, as quietly as her not yet fully trained footsteps would allow. She was nervous, she'd not been so far out of camp unescorted. Worried for her sister, Tahj strained her senses, ears flicking this way and that, keen nose occasionally catching Â scent traces of her quarry on the wind.

The sun traveling towards evening deepened her sense of urgency, knowing she'd been even less likely to navigate the unfamiliar terrain without Azeyma's light. Wondering if she should call out to K'nahli, Tahj rounded a dune and her sister's scent became stronger.Smiling Tahj quickened her pace, and finally spotting her quarry,approached K'nahli reaching out to touch her shoulder to offer silent support, eyes asking if the girl was ok.

Nauta Lyehga · **01-11-2014, 04:52 PM**

It was with some relief, that K'rahto Tia understood his task and set to completing it immediately. His eyes scanned through the women and tias about the tent who looked up at his powerful voice. His eyes urged them to go back about their ways. He remained outside for a time, letting his fury simmer to a light smoke instead of a blazing fire.

'There is a poison and it eats away at our flesh...'

His grandmother's voice called him away, and he moved fluidly back into the tent. K'yohko watched the scared and shaking back of his treasured grandmother as she moved to sit in what little comfort she could. The situation as too gruesome for much comfort.

A faint movement of the sands, unnatural, stole his attention from K'takka. The sands shifted, spelling words. Words K'yohko could not read, but could recognize enough as the outsider's words. His foot move quick, snuffing them out and sharply releasing K'ailia's control of the sand. A deep scowl turned his lips again and did nothing as K'deiki spoke up from her prayers.

When she was silent, K'yohko crossed his arms across his chest again and let out a long breath of hot air.

Yohko's eyes looked up to meet K'deki's, glistening with a myriad of images, emotions. Full was he of things beyond the mere description of useless words. But he said nothing else.

K'nahli · **01-11-2014, 06:17 PM**

The sudden touch of K'tahjha startled K'nahli, though this time she managed to retain her composure. The soft hand that placed itself tenderly over her shoulder offered a faint sense of reassurance before any words were spoken. Her body reacted only with the slight perk of both her shoulders and ears. Her eyes opened a little wider with both hope and shy expectancy, assured by the fact that only one person would be willing to come after her and that that person was who stood considerately behind her now.

"K'mih....?" K'nahli called back to the girl before turning to look directly at her. Her expression lightened for a moment but quickly faded again upon seeing that it wasn't who she had assumed it was.

"Oh....K'tahjha..." her voice trailed off with a mild sense of disappointment. Her softened, maroon eyes glazed over as they slowly lowered and escaped to look away to the side, avoiding eye contact with the girl whom she had barely acquainted herself with.

"Wh-...Why are you here?" she inquired solemnly, no longer trying to continue with her vain effort of trying to conceal her sadness.

Izmina · **01-11-2014, 07:31 PM**

Tahj's ears drooped slightly in apology as it was obvious K'nahli had been hoping for someone else.Smiling gently at her sister, she attempted to catch the girl's gaze,"I was worried about you." hesitating only slightly Tahj reaches to try and give K'nahli a quick hug," I listen really well if you ever need."

Twinflame · **01-12-2014, 12:06 PM**

The softness of the furs were a hiding place to K'takka. The bright pillow she brought into her lap was at once warming and cooling, its weight upon her limbs like a focus to hold her steady. She did not react to Yohko's dashing kick, muttering instead down towards the floor, "I may be done with the girl. She knows neither peace nor silence nor consideration for aught but herself. She is addicted to words, reaction, her own perception of her right to act. Disobedience is disrespect. An infant knows as much. Outsiders, it seems, do not."

Her eyes lifted to K'yohko for a moment and then wandered, perhaps finding the other Elders. She spoke as muttering, "If one wishes to walk, one must first stand still. If one wishes to speak, one must first remain silent," her words slowed, "for a long," and grew quiet, "long time."

Her thin body dappled with scars and ancient wounds, pale gaze falling back to the floor in front of her, K'takka closed her eyes and breath. Her bony fingers knit into the pillow she held.

Kailia · **01-12-2014, 12:44 PM**

K'ailia felt her father crushing the earth made message.Â But she paid him no attention. Her ears listened instead to K'takka. Hearing she may be done with her, that she knows neither peace nor silence, nor consideration but herself she knew was wrong. But it was clear the elders seem to think she thinks only of herself.

Disobedience is disrespect... so that was what family was to the tribe? Absolute obedience? Now she understood why the elders were so angry. They were expecting from family, obedience only.

She could not help but think back to the first argument she had with her mother. She was afraid the elders would choose to remain in Sagolii, to sentence the tribe to death. But before she could tell of how she felt like an outsider already within the tribe her mother had an explosion of anger. But soon after K'ile talked to her, as a friend, as an uncle would to a wayward niece. And she had decided she would not leave the tribe then, and she apologized to her mother, just as her mother apologized to her.

She thought back to their stay in Eastern Thanalan, where she was left alone with nothing to do at their camp site. She'd taken trips then to Drybone, to the church. Beheld the suffering of the people. And she knew then, she wanted to help both her tribe and the outsiders. She had started to learn to read. Her intentions was, once they returned to the tribe, to offer to teach the tribe shamans conjury. To teach those who knew not how to read, how to do so. She had so much to offer. But seeing her mother's reaction to magic, to K'ile's statement that if she offered herself to learn to be a proper tribe mate, he'd force her to mate...

The tribe was not ready. If her mother was that strongly afraid of magic, then teaching the shamans of the tribe would be pointless. Such magics is probably why she was treated as an outsider as it was. Other Miqo'te tribes have already integrated themselves into Eorzean cultures, because they were ready. Her branch of the tribe though, was not.

But K'takka had given her hints if she was to speak, let alone walk. So she remained in there here, and now. She remained silent. They wanted her to remain silent for a long time. They wanted her to remain in place and do nothing the entire time. She now understood what K'takka wanted. So there she stayed. No tears. No anger. No magic, though she could still feel the powder irritating her lungs.

But she needn't have physical magic to take care of that. The monk training she underwent from the Hyur she calls Big Brother showed her she could move her aether within her, or as he called it... her chakra, to repair the damage herself. So she remained still, listening to the elders while moving her aether to deal with the immediate problem. She would not die for the tribe. And should her father attempt to assault her further with the powder, she would be left with no recourse but the defend herself. But she would not attack. There are ways to keep ones self from harm, without attack. She would do as the elder has now instructed.

Thus, she stayed still. Silent. Even if it took all night, the elder hinted she would eventually be allowed to speak, and move. There would be no more meditation. Her limits were reached. And she prayed to Azeyma that her father would attempt no further assaults.

K'nahli · **01-12-2014, 02:15 PM**

K'tahjha's arms wrapped around the maroon-eyed girl warmly. The young miqo'te, despite only recently arriving to and becoming part of their family, was undoubtedly a remarkably, tender soul. Her lack of familiarity with K'nahli did not hinder her efforts to try and comfort and perhaps aid the cold-mannered archer, even in spite of their initial meeting - one which appeared to lack a great deal of interest on K'nahli's part. It was something K'nahli however failed to comprehend, though at the same time, she felt an odd sense of nostalgic, familiarity while lingering on the thought.

K'nahli's arms, having not yet accepted the hug offered by the girl hung awkwardly away from her. Like a confused animal she stood there with her arms stretched out past K'tahjha as if she didn't understand what was happening. It was a form of greeting that K'tahjha seemed fond of and, in truth, was only natural for those who didn't dedicate themselves to concealing their emotions.
Blinking a couple of times to clear her watery eyes, she slowly began to reign her arms in, bringing them to a synchronous close much like two closing doors that were carefully being drawn shut.
Suddenly, however, her arms stopped mere inches from Ktahjha's back. As if possessed by another being, K'nahli's expression immediately grew more fierce and with a swift movement, she slipped her arms back from under K'tahjha's and promptly thrusted herself away from the unsuspecting girl.

"I am not a case to be pitied!" K'nahli spat toward her angrily, demonstrating her unfailing ability to find the negative in even such soft displays of concern. Her stance alone revealed nothing short of a defensive state of mind as she subjected her younger sister to her wrathful stare.

The eldest girl's glassy eyes that had glared back into K'tahjha's softer hue of beryl darted away in retreat disdainfully. She glanced down toward the fading, vibrance of the desert sands absently before bringing an arm up to greet her eyes, briskly rubbing them clean and drying them of all lingering hints toward impending tears that blinking alone failed to eliminate. She exhaled sharply before returning to look back at her sister. K'tahjha, the mysterious young archer from Gridania, raised in an orphanage and member of the fabled archer's guild, she was so innocent and naive, tender and caring. K'nahli didn't need to be informed that the reaction was completely uncalled for, but the stubborn girl couldn't bring herself to admit it to someone who was still too 'new' to be thought of as anything much more than a stranger.

"....I'm heading back now..." she finally added with a more hushed tone, though her misguided irritation was not concealed completely in the way she spoke.

She began walking back toward the camp, leaving her sister behind though naturally expecting her to follow behind.

K'nahli couldn't expect K'tahjha to understand that she was not mad at her, after all she didn't know her well enough. If she were to also reflect on their first encounter too then perhaps she may easily get the impression that either K'nahli dislikes her or that she is simply a sour individual. She felt sorry for her ill-acquainted, younger sister.

She wanted to apologise, to tell her that she did nothing wrong in either case, that it was bad luck on both their parts... but she couldn't.

Clover · **01-12-2014, 04:35 PM**

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"K'nahli Yohko!"

Just when the female started walking back to the camp,Â the familiar voice of a certain Tia called her out. It was like an echo of the first timeÂ she and K'rahtoÂ talked for real, as well as the way she'd called her own father just a moment ago. K'rahto Tia stopped running at a certain distance in front of her, his expression deadly serious. Or so it was until he noticed hers. A small pang of surprise crossed his features at the look he found in her slightly red eyes, no matter how hard she tried to conceal it with her pride.

The Tia remained at a loss of words for a few seconds, before his frown deepened and hisÂ gaze averted from hers.

"The Nunh is asking for you. Go see him immediately."

'You will be punished' would theÂ next bit, the oneÂ he refused to say aloud. He felt freaking powerless. He hated it.

Izmina · **01-12-2014, 06:14 PM**

Caught completely off guard by her sister's rejection, Tahj stumbled back a few steps one foot hitting a patch of looser, deeper sand. Betrayed by her slightly unsure footing, the girl landed heavily on her rear, still staring wide-eyed and shocked into K'nahli's eyes.

Unsure how she had managed to offend the older girl, myriad emotions flitted through Tahj. First and foremost her feelings were hurt and her tail throbbed where she'd landed on it. Tears started rolling silently down her face, before she furiously rejected them. I won't cry, I need to be grown up, not a baby.Â

Seeing the unfamiliar tia approach to talk to K'nahli, Tahj levered herself out of the sand. Rubbing at her hip slightly and brushing the sand out of her tail, Tahj stared at her sister's back. Her feelings still bruised, Tahj began to feel a slightly more foreign emotion, stalking towards the pair, Tahj's ears began to flatten, cheeks flushing, tail lashing.

As she stomped up behind her sister, Tahj reached out and took hold of her sister's tail and yanked hard, completely ignoring the male. Ears still flat and eyes flashing ,Tahj proceeded to yell in K'nahli's direction,"Just who do you think you are? Are you too good to accept help given freely?" Taking a deep breath, Tahj ran Â a shaking hand through her short, honey blonde hair, tears once again beginning to fall down her cheeks,"I I'm sorry,"her voice much softer,"I didn't follow you because I felt sorry for you. You're my family, and family is more important than anything." turning away from K'nahli and heading towards camp, tahj whispered over her shoulder,"If you need to talk or anything at all, I'm here."

K'nahli · **01-15-2014, 12:29 AM**

K'nahli's dejected gaze briefly flicked toward K'rahto as he suddenly came into view from behind the dune she was climbing. She analyzed him for a very, brief moment as he stood atop the delicately-carved mound of sand. His small silhouette that imprinted itself against the fading colours of the Sagolii sky appeared strong yet simultaneously it echoed his youth and inexperience, at least when compared to the likes of a nuhn or an older tia. Her gaze upon him only lasted a mere second or two before it returned to look past him again, proving silently that there was no interest or surprise to greet his arrival.
Feeling assured that she understood why he was present, she paid no heed to his sudden and loud call out to her. He fell silent for a few moments until she quickly drew nearer, her steps closely tracing the light shadow the cast down toward her over the soft, surface of the dune's slope much like a helpful path that guided her along. K'nahli, in her disinterested state, remained oblivious to the fact that he had noticed her otherwise obviously, distressed appearance. Her traitorous, reddened eyes, had been completely forgotten in her moment of anger, leaving the girl to instead believe that he had simply been waiting for her to come closer so that he may address the rest of his message to her more discreetly, given K'tahjha's presence.

"I am aware. I am returning now" she spoke bluntly when K'rahto anxiously explained that her father and the elders were still awaiting her return, though her tone was neutral and lacking her usual essence of anger.

When K'rahto would whisper something further however, she offered no response. It was as though his warning was irrelevant to her interests or concerns. Her expression didn't hint even the most subtle of changes. Such things were only inevitable given her sudden disappearance and behaviour less than ten minutes prior.

She had only taken a few steps past K'rahto when her tail was suddenly yanked painfully backward. The action had almost caused the girl to lose her footing in the loose sand as she stumbled backward a couple of steps across the top of the relatively, small dune that lingered shy and away from the distant titans that stood proud and tall like idols of the desert sea. An infuriated K'nahli quckly spun around with vengeance burning harshly in her radiant eyes that eagerly searched for the culprit. Her gaze initially threw itself upon a surprised looking K'rahto while her fists clenched tightly by her sides, trembling vigorously as they struggled not to launch into the male with an unwarranted assault.
That was until her sister, whom had quickly closed the distance, began yelling.

K'nahli's eyes widened in shock. Did this person, this stranger... this outsider really pull her tail? When she was in such a clearly, disturbed state? The rage churning inside the blue-haired huntress seemed to blur her vision and dampen her sense of hearing as the girl before her continued speaking. K'nahli's thoughts began racing wildly with anger, causing her to remain oblivious to K'tahjha's quickly softening expression and words that offered only peace and consolation following her abrupt actions. All she could see was an arrogant, young miqo'te. A miqo'te who thought she had quickly earned herself a place amongst the tribe and the right to call herself family.

Reason had been stolen from her mind amidst her stifling anger, all rationality has been ripped away.

With a quick stride, K'nahli brought herself immediately behind K'tahjha as the girl began heading toward the camp. A rough shove across her shoulder spun the young girl back in K'nahli's direction enabling the maroon-eyed huntress to fire a claw-like grip violently into K'tahjha's exposed neck that held her in place effectively. K'nahli's face drew in close as she brought her burning eyes to stare deep into K'tahjha's soft infusion of beryl as she hissed her next words menacingly.

"You have some nerve, girl."
Her words were like iron as they drew out haltingly from her throat.

"Allow me to make this perfectly clear for you. I don't like you. I will never like you, and I expect you never to speak to me again beyond absolute necessity" K'nahli spoke solidly with an unfaltering glare of complete contempt before releasing her grip on the girl with a slight push backward in the direction of K'rahto.

"Stay the hells away from me" she sneered irritatedly while turning back on her to once again briskly make her way back to camp. Only moments ago, her anger directed towards K'tahjha came with an unspoken feeling of guilt and regret. This however, was not the same.

"See to it that she isn't preyed upon by a Sandworm, K'rahto" were the girls final words before falling out of earshot.

Clover · **01-15-2014, 04:32 PM**

K'nahli'sÂ sudden outburst didn't fail to petrify the Tia.Â Nothing was done to stop her display of anger and violence against her new sister; he only watched, wide eyed, how the female he'd always looked at transformed into a more aggressive, more cruel version of herself.

As if she hadn't been cruel before.

When she was done tormenting her loving sister, she simply walked away without much of a hint of guilt in her voice. The boy justÂ stood there with a serious expression, watching her back. His thoughts wandered, none of them coming out of the temple of his mind. Only after a moment he turned his gaze to the little city Miqo'te.

K'rahto had never spoken to her, but he'd heard about her story. She was the daughter of K'makanee Haaz, the woman who was exiled first, dead later. Everyone had lost someone in the Calamity, and yet everyone had been shaped differently after that night. This girl and K'nahli were very different, too much so. K'nahliÂ hadn't beenÂ as strong, had she?

Despite the Tia'sÂ antisocial nature, he took a step towards the broken hearted girl and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"She'll be punished," he reminded her with a firm tone, his expression still serious. With eyes placed on the camp -or beyond it, wherever his thoughts were taking him-,Â he added. "Let's go back."

Izmina · **01-15-2014, 05:49 PM**

Spun unexpectedly and violently around, Tahj's wide-open eyes locked with her sister's almost demonic gaze in complete shock. Not a single thought or emotion stirred in the girl's mind, she stood as if frozen under the whirlwind of anger directed at her. Then, just as suddenly as it came; she was released, shoved towards the tia angrily.

Tahj was vaguely aware of his and on her shoulder and his words attempting comfort. She was even more distantly aware that her neck hurt, skin reddening with the promise of a livid set of bruises. She did not care. Ears and tail hanging completely limp, the girl turned towards camp, tears beginning to blur her vision, she stumbled blindly through the sand. The first sob beginning to rack her frame, a stray thought floated through her mind, mama was right, never loose your temper with your family or you loose them.

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