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Nauta Lyehga · **01-08-2014, 09:20 PM**

K'yohko stood on the edge of camp, ears twitching with every small sound that he could hear around him. The wind whispered a soft song that fluttered across his ears. The sand sung in a low crackling voice. The sun over head beamed down in a loud aria that warmed his dark skin and dark purple hair. And the only active nunh of the Hipparon Tribe stood in the center of nature's symphony. He could hear the sounds of the wurms and the drakes far off in the Sagolii. He could feel the tremors of their movement miles away. He could smell the fire burning, thick with the blood of the innocent and the pungent smell of the tempered. Or perhaps he could not actually do any of that, and it was all merely a hunch from an aging man who thought he could commune with nature.

The light but hot metal of a steel sword hung at his hip, and the burning hot same metal of the shield on his back did not trouble K'yohko Nunh. It faintly touched his memories of a time when fire rained down death, and a man whom had had respected turned to ash. A time when the fire and ash poisoned his family and himself.

K'yohko opened his eyes, burning violet eyes surging with a hidden passion behind a rocky exterior. He lifted a hand and examined it. It was crackled and scarred with fights past, but if he looked close enough, K'yohko thought he might see a poison that was running through his veins.

His ears twitched with the rustling sounds of activity in the camp. New activity. Once more his eyes closed and he listened, the faintest wind carrying the news in quiet whispers. And only a word came to him as he listened and attempted to discern the news. K'ailia.

His lips turned to a thin displeased look, but he did not move from his spot of meditation.

K'nahli · **01-08-2014, 10:54 PM**

The soft call of K'mih's voice would normally help pacify even K'nahli's most bitter of tempers, though unfortunately today that would not be the case. The infuriated girl pressed on without so much as turning her glance in her younger sister's direction. A mere wave in silent dismissal was K'mih's only reply. Admittedly, she realised that she would probably find herself apologising to the pink-haired miqo'te later on when everything had been settled and tempers were cooled, but courtesy was the least of her concerns right now. A number of other voices from curious spectators called out to the disgruntled archer at the same time though they too, fell on deaf ears. The rest was indecipherable to her as the small crowd gave in to whispers and speculation amongst each other with a lacking sense of discretion

It didn't take long for K'nahli to locate her father lolitering on the edge of the camp in the distance. His shady silhouette that burned itself into the cantaloupe horizon was instantly recogniseable even from afar, for his admirable figure was distinguishably tall, solid and powerful. His body language, or rather lack of, only confirmed the suspicions of those that would remain otherwise doubtful. She marched toward him with great determination, refusing to slow her pace in spite of the seductive idea to take her time and give herself the extra minutes that could be well put to use burning off her freshly brewed anger. The sinking sun gleamed brilliantly against the surface of her vibrant eyes as it slowly bid the land farewell in preparation for the ensuing darkness that lay ahead for the glowing sands and its humble inhabitants.

"K'yohko Nuhn!" K'nahli bellowed inconsiderately to the stoic hunter while ignoring the fact that he appeared to have been lost in a meditative state. She remained at a fair distance from her father, but close enough so that her call wouldn't rouse too much attention from anyone nearby.

"The elders would have you appear before them in their tent. Now" she spat her words rudely while making the message both clear and brief.

Without waiting for any acknowledgement, the girl turned her back on the man and began making her way back to the elder's tent on her own. It would only be natural for K'yohko to ask questions of course, thought it was with this in mind that she did so, for the ill-tempered huntress was in no mood for words.
Her abrupt departure would at least throw him off calling out to her. Or at least she had hoped.

Nauta Lyehga · **01-08-2014, 11:21 PM**

K'yohko heard his daughter far before she spoke. Her feet stomped angrily across the grounds. He felt their angry vibrations and heard the sound of millions of grains crashing like ocean waves. Louder the storm of sands and anger came until it crashed to a halt some distance from himself. Out bellowed the voice an elder daughter, his own daughter to share in an even remotely similar hair color to his own.

His lips turned to an even thinner frown, and only his ears flicked in acknowledgment. When had it become acceptable for K'nahli to disrespect him? And when had it become normal for K'mih to run from him?

K'yohko turned and calm but strong movement. His eyes opened, narrowed as they focused in on his daughter's back. He did not run towards her, but walked with wide strong steps, feet silent and barely moving the sand beneath him. It was easy to catch up to her as they neared the tent and his hand reached out to grab her by her collar.

With a swift powerful movement, he caught the cloth of her shirt with his hand and pulled her back. He turned her to face him, fiery angery hiding behind his smoldering purple eyes. His grip moved to her neck, holding it perhaps a bit too tightly and constraining her ability to breath.

"You disappoint me, K'nahli." His words were but a whisper, thick and heavy with meaning and emotion, but ever still their normal sound. His burning eyes looked over her face, judgmental and unrelenting. There was a silence before her released her neck and pushed her to the side. He resumed his stride to the tent and paused at the entrance, only to glance back at K'nahli. He gave her a stoic look, but his eyes blazed with a dark purple fire she could not hope to understand. But perhaps there was one thing she could understand from that look. There would be severe consequences to face.

His head turned slowly from his disrespectful daughter and his form slipped beneath the tent.

The dark fire beneath his eyes did not falter as he looked through the tent. His grandmother caught his eyes first, and her frail but beloved form attracted his complete attention at first. But he took in the scene before him, lips pursing to a twisted scowl when he beheld his wayward daughter. There was a poison like a sick burning through his veins, catching dark fire where it traveled.

He said nothing, but his eyes looked down upon his daughter with judgement.

Twinflame · **01-09-2014, 12:59 AM**

After pressing K'ailia's forehead into the ground, K'takka pulled her knuckles from the girl's neck and rolled back away from her, easing back onto her sharp heels letting her head roll, gaze taking in the many fetishes on the ceiling. On a whim, she reached up and took one that was above the threshhold of the tent, pulling it free with a snap of leather. Orobon bones clattered, buzzard feathers spinning as K'takka's furtive movements brought her around in front of K'ailia.

She threw the fetish on the ground in front of K'ailia, the sound a violent tumult of clicking bone, and then spun away. She took a wide bowl and put a very small amount of rust-colored powder in it. She dumped the powder over the fetish on the ground, and lay the bowl upside-down so that it covered both the fetish and K'ailia's head, effectively trapping the girl with the fetish and the powder.

K'takka leaned her meager weight on the bowl to hold it and the girl in place. She explained, "The orobon bones are an artifact which inspires wisdom and calm. The powder is from the smoldering glands in a sand-drake's neck: if you inhale very much of it, your lungs will be burned. I implore you to breathe very slowly, very very carefully, and to think. I once gave your father such a lesson."

As though summoned, K'yohko Nunh entered the tent. K'takka's silver eyes rose to him immediately, and for a moment they flashed with a softer expression. But K'ailia's weight beneath her kept her in the moment, and she gestured down with her eyes. "I am told the fire-dancer instructed her to return. This somehow does sound like likely, doesn't it?"

Kailia · **01-09-2014, 02:00 AM**

K'ailia's tail fuzzed out as the fetish fetish was placed in front of her face, and in-took air just before the powder and bowl was placed over her head. She did not know what the powder was, but she held her breath, and listened to the instructions.

So it was Drake Gland powder. Inhaling even a little bit, would be extremely undesirable, if not, could cause breathing complications. If she breathed out too far, the powder would fly up, possibly into her mouth, nose and eyes. If she inhaled too quickly, her nose, throat and lungs would pay the price.

K'ailia closed her eyes, relaxed her body while keeping her breath held. The only way to ensure the powder remains where it is, is to breath so slow, that it neither lifts into the air, nor goes into her nose. One of the meditation states she had learned in Gridania should help with that she thought. Slowly, she released her breath through her nose, a little at a time, keeping her eyes closed, focusing on the breath.

The rest of her body was no longer there. Only her breathing was all she focused on, trying to find the right meditative state. The first state, she could see the powder shift slightly. She focused on a deeper state, until finally it would seem to any other observer, that she had gone limp like death.

Continuing focus on her breathing, she slowly opened her eyes to look at the fetish for a moment, taking in the bones shape, she closed her eyes once more and thought on the bones. The bones would give wisdom and calm the elder had said. This meant, from what she gathered, was that she was to reflect upon all her decisions she had made. To reflect upon her past, that led to the situation she was in now.

And finally, the question came to her. What was important to her? She had came here after remembering her brothers and sisters. She was invited back here by K'ile, to serve as an outsider. Indeed she was, but even having left the tribe, her mother had brought her things, she had made her dorm as close to tribe life as she could.

The tribe was important to her. Regardless of her tribe mates treating her as an outsider. Regardless of her mother constantly running away, and chucking things at her. Regardless of K'ile and his big mouth that started the whole mess to begin with. She still loved her tribe, but it still hurt that she was treated as an outsider before she even thought about leaving the tribe. And when K'ile got her and her mother back together, she had changed her mind of leaving the tribe, only to find herself feeling pushed away.

She opened her eyes, as tears poured out onto the necklace, onto the powder. She had felt alone since returning to Gridania. Unappreciated. Useless. What good was learning conjury, if people like her mother would run away at the first sign of magical use? And most of all, what was she to do, now that she was thrust into leadership of Ul'dah Garden. She had no answers. She had made a bad decision out of anger and hurt, without ever really explaining her feelings. But truth be told, she never really had the chance. The moment she spoke to her mother the first time, the yelling and name calling had begun.

So she stayed pinned under the bowl, her tears flowing across the fetish, as she did her best to maintain her breathing, even while thinking on all that. How long would she be forced to stay there? If she was to stay this way for a week, she knew she deserved it. The timid girl had grown into someone as violent and angry as her mother. And it was that violence and anger, that had put her in the position she was in now. But she still... had the desire to be with her family.

K'nahli · **01-09-2014, 03:17 PM**

Prior to the incident, K'nahli could well have admitted to herself that she had since been uncomfortable bearing so much as a single thought toward her father ever since that day with K'mih. Neither would she have denied that her anger toward him, though unfair to the oblivious nuhn, could have manifested itself in the way that she spoke to him had she ever found herself in a situation where conversation was even required. However, the situation with K'ailia and K'takka had momentarily blinded her from her own petty grievances with her father. Her tone and disrespectful manner of calling out to him in this particular instance was purely misdirected; even K'mih had been on the receiving end of her frustration, though to a less volatile extent. It was for this reason especially, that K'nahli had not anticipated what would happen next, in spite of hearing her father's naturally long-strided pace breaking the sands beneath his weight as he approached briskly from behind.

When she was suddenly grabbed and pulled backward without warning she let out a soft gasp in surprise. Her vibrant eyes grew wide with shock and momentarily stole her mind from the cauldron of angry thoughts that bubbled and boiled insider her head. Before she had time to assess what had happened she was face to face with her father. He held her uncomfortably close, his massive form easily overshadowing her while he gripped her harness in such a way that caused it to constrict itself over her throat and slightly impede her breathing to the point that she let out an almost inaudible wheeze. Normally, K'nahli would respond to such behaviour defensively by immediately resolving to free herself from her captor's grip and aggressively demanding to know what they thought they were doing.
K'yohko would have been no exception to this, especially since the incident involving K'mih.
However, K'yohko was not the man she knew in that moment. It took only a second for her to suddenly fall submissive under her father's disgusted glare. Within the depths of his eyes, she discovered a powerful radiance of anger, an emotion that she had not even once been familiar with coming from her father. It was disturbing, even frightening.

"You disappoint me, K'nahli."

His words, though simple and fueled presumably through momentary agitation, had an unprecedented impact on the young girl. She quickly grew weak under his grip and timidly returned his enraged stare with wavering, glassy eyes that echoed her deepening sense of fear in that moment as she lingered like a corned animal that cowered before a ravenous predator. It was a surreal feeling, one that had been alien to her for such a long time. Not since since K'yhaega's passing had she ever feared so much for her own well-being.

"......"

She couldn't force herself to speak. No words came to mind and even if they did, she doubted she had the will to speak them while she was being subjected to her father's oppressive stare and dominating presence.

With an eventual and careless flick of his wrist he tossed his eldest daughter aside, causing her to stumble backward a couple of steps away from him. Following that, he paid her no further heed and quietly continued toward the tent, alone. She watched him with great anxiety as he abandoned her behind him, her body frozen and clenched fists raised protectively over her chest as though she feared for her own safety. Despite her anger held for the man, despite the heartache it caused her to imagine K'mih hoping to choose him as as potential mate, she knew deep down in her heart that she still needed his love and respect. K'mih had always been her loving sister whom had continued taking care of her - even when everyone else had forgotten - during her weakest moments, but K'yohko.... as much as it pained her to admit it, he was all she could have ever wanted in a father.

Admirably collected to the extent that those in his presence would feel assured that he always had the answers and remained entirely in control even when faced with great danger.

Enviably strong, granting him an aura of power that would leave him appearing nothing short of indestructible at least in the eyes of his daughters.

Passionately understanding, usually knowing when to speak and when to remain silent, and in the case of the former, having a tendency to say the right things.

He was her rock, a strong and powerful warrior whose skill and prowess she could only hope to faintly shadow in years to come. Why was it only now that she was realising these things? Had she been taking him for granted? Taking his love and patience too lightly?

And yet, now she was nothing but a disappointment to him. Though how could she blame him? Her behaviour over the years had called for nothing short of that response and more. Her eyes dipped down to the ground in total defeat.

The time had finally come, the time when even her father had appeared to be losing interest in tolerating her. How long would it be until K'mih felt the same way? A thin film of water slowly coated over her eyes, blurring her vision as her shoulders slumped low in defeat. What had she to offer anyone? The past five years she had done nothing but feed off of the kindness of those who remained true to her. And to what end? Until she had dried up their patience entirely and made them unhappy simultaneously?

The sand crunched beneath the fragile, young girl as she dug her rear foot heavily into the ground with a short step backward, followed soon after by another, until finally, she was turning and running away.

Where or why she didn't know herself. She just kept running.

Izmina · **01-09-2014, 03:53 PM**

Having finished a long day of bow training, Tahj trudged back into camp and immediately became aware of an unusual commotion. Curiosity peeking, she headed towards the small crowd at the elder's tent, hoping to find her sister K'mih and find out what was happening.Â

As she drew near the crowd, she caught sight of K'nahli out of the corner of her eye, turning in that direction she became aware that something was drastically wrong with her sister's body language. Tahj's brow furrowed with worry as the girl broke and ran away from the camp.

Tahj hesitated at the edge of camp, wanting to follow and be sure K'nahli was ok, but aware she was not yet nearly as familiar with the surrounding dunes as the huntress. "Nothing is more important than family" she thought, and took out over the sands in pursuit.

Nauta Lyehga · **01-09-2014, 04:09 PM**

As his Grandmother spoke, K'yohko's burning eyes drew away from his daughter. He remembered the lesson she was enduring very well. In his youthful arrogance, he had learned humility and patience from his Grandmother in this method. He had learned many things from his beloved Grandmother K'takka, and K'yohko only futility wished she would regain some youth from those who wasted it, so she might teach the arrogant youth what it meant to be a part of this family. Arrogance and self-centered desires filled the sick ashy hearts of those whom he protected, and it was beginning to sicken him. As if the greed of Ul'dah reached far and vast into the Sagolii, adding more poison to their already infected bodies.

But his lips remained in a firm line, his scowl lightening as his attention was drawn by K'takka. The fire dance instructed his wayward daughter's return. It was all too likely. He gave a curt nod to his Grandmother, his arms crossed beneath his powerful chest in a tense manner. His entire body stood tall and powerful, tension in every muscle.

"His disrespect for the law grows tiresome. He is an enforcer of it, not above it. Yet he fancies himself to be so." K'yohko remarked, darkness and bitterness seeping into his deep smooth voice. His eyes flickered down to his daughter, the product of some such corrupting influence. "Just as your arrogant disrespect of your family grows tiresome, K'ailia." His words cooled, returning to only that deep smooth strong voice with a tense anger subtly hanging upon his lips. K'yohko's sharp eyes noticed her tears, dripping upon the floor. For once, his ears stood upright, tail bristling for a moment. His lips shut tight, and fury seemed to envelop him. But he was taught well, and with a low exhale, he calmed and everything returned to his form how it ought to be.

"You have no right to cry. You made a decision. Face your consequences like an adult." K'yohko's comment was blunt, and perhaps mean but he could not stand to watch his daughter cry with her face in the mud like a child. If she was to act like she was an adult, then she could not be granted the mercy of a child.

Kailia · **01-09-2014, 06:04 PM**

"You have no right to cry. You made a decision. Face your consequences like an adult."

That was the words the man who sired her said. But that was all he ever did for her. Was help bring her into the world. She knew nothing of who he was. He was even now, a complete mystery to her. And yet he talked about facing consequences like an adult.

The tears stopped flowing, and anger set in. She wanted to scream out, that she had every right to cry. She was an outcast the moment she returned from Gridania. She knew nothing of her father, and doubted any of his children knew who he was personally. She was raised by a woman that runs away at the expense of her own health.

Her tail begin moving with clear signs of anger. How much more could she take. But she knew the answer. She would take everything they would throw at her. Tilting her head downwards so her mouth was away from the powder, she finally spoke, "Unlike K'piru, K'haz, and even my own mother, I will not run from the consequences of my actions. Too many just run away. And if given the chance, I would tell you all just what happened on the scouting mission... everything..."

She moved her face back to look at the fetish. She braced herself for whatever assault would come. But no further tears would come. She had now cried her last tears. Now, she would endure whatever designs they saw fit to inflict upon her. If it made her family happy to inflict humiliation or pain upon her for her actions, so be it.

Twinflame · **01-10-2014, 06:29 PM**

K'takka put more weight on the bowl, straining it against K'ailia's neck to force the girl's head down, bending low to growl into the shadowed crack between the bowl and the floor. "The people you mention have enough respect to stay silent and humble! Especially your mother! She knows respect you've never demonstrated, and does not cheat on her lessons. The point of the fetish and the powder is to teach you the wisdom of silence, which it appears you have no concept of."

With a hum, K'takka blew beneath the bowl to sir up the dust and force k'ailia to breathe a small amount of it. "This is a lesson, not a punishment. Cheat again and I will show you what punishments we are capable of. Nothing you have to say is welcome or permitted at this time. Screw shut your teeth, bite off your tongue if you must, but do not talk." Riasing her face away, she muttered, "And I, as your father, won't have you blubbering like an infant. Conserve water in the desert, girl."

Her eyes lifted to K'yohko, the bitter glare sliding away to favor him with a more merciful gaze, though her words were still hard. "Where is your other daughter? I instructed her to return. Does K'ailia's cowardice already infect her as well?"

Kailia · **01-10-2014, 07:09 PM**

Kailia's limbs began to flail as the powder is stirred up. A little of it entered her nose and quickly she halted all breathing as it began stinging her nose immediately.Â Even her eyes began to sting as the powder got into them.

This was not a punishment? They would not hear her out? But then, hearing mention of conserving water she remembered. Everyone is made of water. Clenching her eyes closed further she began calming herself once more, and praying to the element of water.

Within a matter of moments, the tears she had shed upon the fetish lifted silently and entered her nose, collecting the powder that stung her so. Powder too also washed out of her eyes before the water that was her tears settled back down upon the fetish.

Her eyes still strung from having come in contact with the powder, but any potential damage that could of happened would now be averted. So they wanted her to be silent? Then that is what she would do. So until she was permitted to speak, she simply entered a deep meditation once more, slowing her breathing and even her heart rate down considerably, as she thought on happier times. Of the places she had been and seen... from Gridania and the Black Shroud, to La Noscea and Limsa Lominsa. She finally settled on the memory of the time she spent with Ul'Dah Garden in Costa Del Sol.

And thus she layed there, completely still in an almost comatose meditation, focusing on Costa Del Sol, and the fun she had there, yet still being alert enough to respond if the elder decided to let her up.

Nauta Lyehga · **01-11-2014, 02:33 AM**

K'yohko's gaze turned even more severe as his disobedient daughter spoke up. She spoke ill of others and implied that K'luha and K'haali had lied about the scouting mission. Such insolence. Such gal.

But his Grandmother spoke up quickly, imparting sharp words of wisdom. Words not sharp enough for the silent Nunh and watchful father. She may not have known him, but he certainly knew her. He had watched her from afar her whole life, done things for her in ways she could never know or comprehend. And it he done it like that for a distinct purpose. And yet...

K'yohko closed his eyes again, breathing in deeply the air within the tent. He could smell the faint burning of the powder in front of K'ailia. He inhaled that burning sensation deeply, letting it burn his lungs and throat faintly before he once more opened his eyes.

"There is an infection in our people, in my daughters..." His words were dark, raspy, and thick with emotion and meanings incomprehensible to someone like K'ailia. "...poison... illness..." K'yohko dropped his head and muttered a deep yet dark prayer to Azyema. Slowly his head, insurmountably heavy, raised and he looked past K'ailia and K'takka with a rising dark fire in his very being. His eyes paused, looking down to his silent and still daughter. She still failed to grasp even the most simple of concepts.

He knelt down in front of her and reached forward, grasping her bangs and pulling her head up to look at him regardless of the bowl that would probably cover her eyes.

"Falling into memories of elsewhere is still cheating, girl. Be aware of your surroundings still, or I will push your nose into that powder and make you breath it until your magic cannot save you." K'yohko's words were dark, filled with the promise of threats and the agitation of her inability to understand. "Do not use meditation and magic to cheat. You may fool others, but you will never fool me." And with that, he dropped her head and blew a large cloud of dust in her face.

K'yohko stood, powerful muscles moving visibly as he stepped outside of the tent's flap. When his daughter was no one in sight he scowled darkly.

"K'rahto!" K'yohko bellowed in a voice so loud and deep it might have sent tremors along the sands and frightened anyone who heard the silent nunh raise his voice. "Find K'nahli and bring her to me." He ordered loudly, arms crossing beneath his chest as he waited for the Tia to dutifully respond and go about his task. Either that, or face the thick and dark wrath of the angered nunh.

Clover · **01-11-2014, 07:44 AM**

When K'yohko emerged from the tent, his expression alone was enough to freeze the blood of many. K'rahto Tia had been standing at a certain distance from the crowd, back resting against a pile of wooden boxes and hands behind his neck in a lazy, uninterested pose.Â As soon asÂ the sound of his name thundered in his ears, he quickly came to attention with wide open eyes.

The Nunh -his secret rival- asked him to find K'nahli with a voice that already sounded like a punishment. What madeÂ theÂ TiaÂ especially nervous, however, was the fact that he'd been the oneÂ chosen for such a task. Why him, out of all the miqo'tes? Had K'nahli spoke to her father about his challenge? K'rahto frowned, tense, and nodded without much of a choice.

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"Understood."

This said, he started running in the direction K'nahli took earlier.

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Among all the Miqo'tes who witnessed the scene, K'mih's expression turned into pure fear at the look in her father's eyes, at the sound of his voice. Her sister K'nahli was going to be punished, and K'mih couldn't even begin to imagine in what ways. She'd likely suffer the same-- no, even a worse fate if her father ever managed to take a peek into her forbidden thoughts, wouldn't she? He'd cast the same dark glance upon her, eyes like fire that had the power to burn and break hearts.

Trembling slightly,Â the girlÂ took two stepsÂ back with her head down, shielding herself behind the other Miqo'tes. Time needed to pass faster, much faster, until the nightmare was over and she could wrap her arms around her wounded sisters. It only passed slower, though.

Kailia · **01-11-2014, 01:13 PM**

She could feel her head being moved. Was she being finally let up? No... this was rough handling. She could hear her father's voice. How did he know she cleansed her nose and eyes? How did he know the state she had put herself in?

Suddenly more powder was blown onto her face. But the moment he spoke of shoving her face into the powder, she immediately halted letting breath out, and closed her mouth and eyes tightly. She felt more powder thrown in her face. It was as thought they want her to burn her lungs.

They had wanted her to be quiet, to stay calm. And they considered meditation cheating? If her father went through this punishment, could it be why he had become a cold, silent male? The images of Costa Del Sol had faded. Now, rage had taken over.

So now her sister K'nahli would pay for bringing her to the elders. Perhaps taking K'ile's offer to come back to the tribe camp was a mistake. In fact she was sure enough days had passed that they would of arrived about the same time. Even if he could not find her mother, she thought for sure he'd return himself.

Could his invitation of been a trap? A last moment way to get back at her for nearly taking his kit making abilities away? Her fists began to clench as her tail fuzzed out. They wanted her thoughts in the here and now, and to stay silent. So be it. But she would tolerate no more powder thrown in her face, lest they too, want it spread throughout the tent.

So she stayed there, anger boiling. And the images of K'ile was at the root of that anger now. If that tia possessed any inkling of wisdom, he would come around her no more. She remembered the time she had her first dislike of that Tia, which began five years ago, when he grabbed her and shoved her to her mother, when all she wanted was the tribe shaman's help. He was the last to see K'piru that day. Could he of contributed to her leaving? Much like he had contributed to her own decision to do the same?

And to think, he seemed to be at the root of her mothers anger too. He was playing with her emotions. She could almost bet on it. He was probably the one that led to all the breakdowns with her mother after he had gotten them back together that first time. What was his game? It matters not, her mind began putting pieces together, and all trails led back to K'ile Tia.

And to fuel her rage, she took let out the breath she had held, then took in a swif deep breath, feeling the powder on her face pour into her nose and began to burn her nose, throat and lungs. Fueling the flames of hatred she now held for K'ile.

Twinflame · **01-11-2014, 01:33 PM**

When K'yohko inserted himself, K'takka gladly eased her weight off of K'ailia, letting the bowl be pushed off the girl's head so that she could be lifted into the hands of her just and disciplined father. K'takka's thin lips smirked, eyes gleaming at her son. He may make a better Elder than a Nunh, as great of a Nunh as he was.

When he released K'ailia again, K'takka watch the girl collapse, and then slammed the bowl down on her head. She growled, "And now you are angry? Sad, flimsy child. Selfish. The spirit of the lesson has no interest to you, nor does the suffering of others." K'takka's tone turned heckling as she crouched over K'ailia, "You have not been mutilated. You have seen none of your children die. Nothing have you lost or suffered worth lamenting, and yet all you think off is that poor little K'ailia wants to come home. Your return insults all of us! Insults yourself most of all!"

To be honest, she was having fun. She was not cruel, and there had been some inkling of a want to teach the girl, of a thought that she might warrant mercy. But she was too stubborn, too sure of herself. She was unteachable. K'ailia would never change her ways because she thought herself better than the world around her. Always had the girl been abusive of her elders, never respectful. K'ailia was like an echo of K'aijeen that had sought to conceal itself, but had been revealed in time. She could only pray that K'luha was not going to act as K'piru had, turning bleak inside.

Standing, K'takka spun on the other Elders, "You have been wiser than I this day. I should not have spoken to the girl." Her silver eyes fell on K'deiki, "Perhaps she was born an outsider, but more likely it was a mistake to pretend she had passed her trial of adulthood. She was a selfish child, taking much, and brought nothing back to us."

K'takka imagined the darkness that had taken K'piru after her daughter had left, a despair that had left her ghostly, pale, ill. After the Calamity, the woman had all but died to it. Perhaps this was the source of the disease that K'yohko perceived, and perhaps not. But they would have to keep a careful eye on K'luha.

As for K'ile Tia, who had not even returned from the scouting mission, who had been outpaced by a selfish, rotten child...

The thin woman hissed, her voice towards the exit carrying sharp and long as an arrow from a bow, "Yohko. Return to us." This said, the thin, ancient woman retreated. She felt older than she had in a long time, the scarred flesh on her tail and back turning strangely cold as she moved into the shadowed tent, seeking the comfort of the furs and pillows her adoring scions had gifted to her. Such presents were fewer now. Her children were thinning with time and age.

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