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Twinflame · **05-07-2014, 11:39 PM**

"I'm expecting to be punished, but I want you to know all of it before you do. There's more." He made sure to speak quickly, so he couldn't be interrupted. "On top of all of that, I've also been intimate with K'luha, and K'piru. I knew exactly what I was doing at the time. It was-" Something his his head with a surprising firmness, a small rigid object that broke against his skull and made his ear twitch wildly. It made him lean to one side, successfully silencing him. The remains of a bone fetish clattered to the ground next to his leg.

"I've heard enough!" K'takka hissed from the shadows where the bone fetish had come from. "K'jhanhi! Take the bracelet from him! We will give it to Yohko. Let this Tia rot int he desert."

Naunet · **05-08-2014, 12:01 AM**

The former nunh's face was a stormy shadow, his heavy, wrinkled brow drawn low over deep-set eyes. He shuffled a few steps towards where K'ile knelt. Off to one side, K'deiki looked away.

"Tell us more, firedancer," he growled. "Leave nothing out. Not a single thought."

Twinflame · **05-08-2014, 12:44 AM**

What was to tell? Specifics? K'ile shifted in visual discomfort, keeping his eyes downward, and then said, "K'luha and I began to share a room in Drybone during the scouting mission. I crossed a lot of lines, especially when we were getting K'tahjha from Gridania. As for Piru, in Ul'dah, we were close briefly. I'd never mate with a woman without becoming Nunh, I can promise that, but I know that I went well beyond what is allowed. I've kissed Luha and held her."

A hiss came from the shadows,. K'takka spat, Â "I won't listen to more of this, K'jhanhi! If you mean for him to recite every touch between he and the Nunh's woman, I will leave."

Naunet · **05-08-2014, 01:45 AM**

"Are you trying to get yourself exiled, firedancer?" K'jhanhi muttered, words low and bitter. "Are you trying to bring more grief to this family? More than you already have?"

"Stop this," K'deiki's voice sounded from the shadows, weary, resigned. She shifted in her cloth wrappings, and there came the sound of bones clattering together as her hands moved within. "K'ile Tia, son of an exile," she uttered his name as though awarding an official title. Her head turned and the dim light of the tent caught the deep creases pulling down on her features. "It is fitting that you would bring so many exiles to us then... I think. I find myself wondering... what is the meaning in all of it."

Twinflame · **05-08-2014, 01:49 AM**

"I'm just no good at turning people away," K'ile answered, eyeing the broken bone fetish that still sat against his leg. He could feel the glares of K'takka and K'jhanhi upon him, heavy and burning. "I want to confess everything I did so that you can punish me for it and we can leave it behind, move on, move forward. I brought enough food to provide a feast to the tribe. I want to put my mistakes behind me, and then challenge K'yohko for the role of Nunh. K'luha will vouch for me so that the ritual can take place."

Naunet · **05-08-2014, 02:38 AM**

"And if your punishment is to be lost to the sands?" It was K'deiki of all people who said this, her ancient features unreadable in the shadows.

"Give me your arm," K'jhanhi suddenly spoke and didn't wait for K'ile's response before bending with visible effort to take hold of the tia's wrist and lift it up. The red stones there flickered. "I do not want to cause our family any more grief. You will not be abandoned." He spoke without pity as his gnarled fingers grasped the bracelet to pull it up over K'ile's hand. "But you will not be gifted with the responsibility of our ancestors until such a time as you can prove your worth in bringing happiness to our family once more."

Twinflame · **05-08-2014, 02:46 AM**

He knew the names of everyone who had worn those stones, each dead wrist from which he'd taken them at Cartenau. K'ile could remember the way the stone on his wrist had resonated with K'ada's, flickering in rhythm with her own as they danced. The stone had glowed on her wrist after she'd died. It had left a circular burn on her pallid skin when he'd pulled it over, and continued to burn until he'd joined it to the others and danced with them. It was as though the stones themselves had mourned. It was as though the souls that clung to them had wanted to dance.

K'ile did not resist the K'jhanhi, letting him take the stones. But he did speak, with a bite, "Who will dance with them? Who knows how? K'yohko can't even smile for his own children, let alone dance for the tribe. Who will dance for the feast?"

Nauta Lyehga · **05-08-2014, 04:16 AM**

The trip to the shamanâ€™s tent was near unbearable. Though they tried to hold the jostling to a minimum, and though she held something to numb the pain under her tongue, Kâ€™luha couldnâ€™t help the pained gasps or cries from the movement. Her mind could not formulate words to comprehend it, she could only understand the pain and that she wanted it desperately to stop. And stop it did as she was finally set down under the cool shade of the shamanâ€™s tent. It was the inside of a tent she had not seen in a long time. It didnâ€™t bring her memories of another time for once either. For once, she could only cry and mewl weakly at the lingering pain that seemed as if it was swallowing her whole being. She hardly heard Kâ€™rahto leave the tent, or Kâ€™nahliâ€™s tentative question if help was needed. Somewhere in her mind she heard it, but it was difficult to care or comprehend with the pain.

Writhing weakly on the ground, Luha searched for something she hold onto. Something that could possibly ease her. She didnâ€™t find anything to hold or grip at all. Instead her hands seemed to turn inward and grasp at her tattered light clothing. It ripped easily with her heavy handed grasp and Luha hissed at its lack of help.

Kâ€™iara felt a little bewildered. Nothing for months and suddenly everything seemed to be happening at once. As it was with her uncle Kâ€™ile, Kâ€™iara was left completely out of the loop. There was no explanation to her why it was Luha was so injured, or why there was food in the wagon, or even why he brought a stranger with him; it simply was. That was just the way it seemed to be with Uncle Kâ€™ile, Kâ€™iara felt defeatedly.

Shaking her head in annoyance, Kâ€™iara briskly made her way to the cart and began to unload it. There was more food and water here than she had seen in a long time and when it sat all off of the wagon on the dusty ground she held it in her eyes in wonder. So much food! And water! It really would be a feast! Kâ€™iara licked her lips unconsciously. Her stomach roared and gnawed on her with hunger. But she would wait. They had to wait. If they did not have a feast, they could make this lastâ€¦ probably for the whole trip to Drybone! It was wonderful. The best part of Kâ€™ile and Kâ€™luhaâ€™s return, certainly.

With newfound reason, Kâ€™iara began hauling the crates of food to the supply tent. Everyone would want to know about the food he had brought back with him, and certainly everyone wanted to eat it as soon as possible.

Izmina · **05-08-2014, 09:31 AM**

Concern for her aunt grew as K'tahjha followed K'nahli and K'rahto back, carrying the healing supplies. Ears drooping Tahj wished she could take even a small part of the pain, but there was nothing she could do but offer support to K'luha. She slipped inside the medical tent relieved to have finally gotten there, seeing how much pain her aunt was in she carefully deposited the supplies within reach of the healer and knelt beside K'luha. Tahj took one of the searching hands in her own, and murmuring soothing sounds began to smooth back her aunt's hair and gently touching her face, anything to distract Â the woman from the extreme pain she was experiencing. Noticing K'nahli was still near, Tahj looked up and offered a warm smile, concern still large in her eyes, "Thanks for getting her here so carefully."

K'zhumi paused in sorting the supplies she would need to nod approvingly at K'tahjha soothing K'luha, Zhumi decided she could stay, she would be of help comforting her patient. Focusing on her patient and preparations, Zhumi had not noticed K'nahli lingering until she spoke. Turning to her, she gave the girl an appreciative nod, her eyes gentle,"Yes, thank you for your assistance. If you have a task you may certainly go."

Clover · **05-08-2014, 10:21 AM**

K'mih's shy smile turned into a soft chuckle when the chocoboÂ leaned into her touch. She stroke his yellow feathers with more confidence now, enjoying the softness under her fingers. Ahh, if only she could have her own chocobo!

With her hand not leaving the chocobo's headÂ just yet, she turned herÂ gaze to the male miqo'te at the mention of K'ile. Her expression wasÂ a mix of curiosity and concern.

"...What didÂ my uncleÂ do...?"

Xha'li Moui · **05-08-2014, 10:33 AM**

Xha'li sighed theatrically then nodded towards the cart a few yalms away, "Nearly ran me over when I was trying to find the tribe by myself.Â I can understand being in a hurry to get his passenger to medical attention but rushing could of only caused more delays."Â Shaking his head again he started to reach down to pat Fubuki on the head as the chick tried to get his attention when he stopped something seeming to click in his head.

Clover · **05-08-2014, 10:49 AM**

The boy's explanation made sense in K'mih's head. Like her father, K'ileÂ didn't seemÂ fond of strangers either. Being harsh to them wasn't a surprising behaviour in the Tia, especially when a member of his own tribe was in danger. It was something else what truly caught the girl's attention.

"Then... you were searching for us? Why?"

Her eyes remained curious, her tone innocent. At least it was clear that, so far,Â this female in particular didn't come with hostility. She looked at him with almost unblinking eyes, perhaps expecting to hear a story about how he was actually her long lost brother, like her sister K'tahjha. Ah, but he was a Moonkeeper, wasn't he? There was no way he could be her brother...

Xha'li Moui · **05-08-2014, 11:12 AM**

Standing up and leaning against Rin Xha'li nodded while his tail stroked Fubuki's head.Â "I was indeed search for the tribe.Â I came to try and find out more about my father,Â a former member of this tribe who failed his coming of age ceremony named K'zhuzu."Â Grinning slightly Xha'li continued, "And apparently K'ile is my uncle as well."

K'nahli · **05-08-2014, 04:10 PM**

K'nahli's glance passed toward K'tahjha momentarily, allowing their eyes to meet in a brief exchange of mutual understanding. In truth, she hadn't even fully been aware of her presence up until now. It had been the sudden intrusion of her voice that had admitted her into their presence. Her blood sister's gratitude however, as simple as it was, was oddly appreciated by K'nahli, though her expression failed to express such thoughts. K'zhumi's voice followed soon after and interrupted their meeting of gazes, causing K'nahli to take her glance down toward the kneeling shaman's form as she gave her reply.
Nothing further was needed.

There was a short pause, a silence. Perhaps it were a mixture of the girl's surprise as well as her reluctance to speak the words that lingered timidly behind the safety of her shut lips. Reluctant? Was she truly that shy about offering words that expressed care or comfort to her family? She envied K'mih's prowess in moments like these. Ever since the calamity, even the most simple of interactions could often be...

"..Take... good care of her, K'zhumi" were the departing words finally breathed by the girl before dipping her head in the form of a small bow and turning away to exit the tent.

Swiftly she pushed out past the tent flaps and without so much as passing a glance toward her surroundings, she made her way back to where she had last seen the outsider. She was hasty in her movement, that much was clear. Her movement gave the impression of one whom were simply determined to fulfill a duty, her father's 'request' as it were; though in truth, such determination was not born out of the fear that the outsider would cause any trouble.

Naunet · **05-08-2014, 04:37 PM**

"Who will dance for the feast?"

The former nunh maintained his heavy gaze on K'ile, the beads cupped in the palm of his weathered hand. "Perhaps that is a question you should have asked yourself before you made your decisions, tia." He stepped back away from K'ile, features somber, and let the shadows wrap about him once more. "They represent the soul of our faith, of our family. You must earn them back, for the pain you have brought us shames you in Azeyma's light."

As K'jhanhi turned away, moving further back into the tent until he had all but disappeared, the elder K'deiki turned her face towards the disgraced tia. The decision on punishment had been clearly made, and she could not bring herself to object; the former nunh had been more forgiving than K'ile's own mother was prepared to be. Her near sightless eyes blinked past a watery film before she sighed out, "What of K'airos? Why has she not come?"

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