↳ ❝ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮.
𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞¡! ❞
𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡; a feeling of distaste swiftly turns into a feeling of pure love.
Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan x OC [Kxari Te Aìa Ä'...
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After the confession Kxari and Neteyam headed to the beach where the festival was held. Many Metkayina men and women danced along the shore, singing their hearts out. The rest of the night seemed to be a dream for Kxari. She had always hated gatherings but then it felt different, she was there with someone who she adored and who adored her. For once in her life she felt alive. Once it all ended she couldn't help but feel disappointed but Neteyam had promised her that they had their whole lives together to live and have fun. That night she couldn't sleep, tossing and turning only thinking about Neteyam.
Now sat alone thinking about Neteyam once again, she had finished all of her chores for the day hoping to spend time with the Omaticaya boy but he was far too busy. So she sat alone playing with a small flower she plucked, humming softly she placed it in the water and watched it float away. Before she could pluck another flower a pair of feet squashed the poor flower, looking up she saw Lo'ak looking down at her with a pleading gaze. Crouching down he grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her a bit.
"I need your help."
"With what?" Kxari gulped silently, now sitting straight. What could he need help with? Getting a date with Tsireya? Kxari felt the nervousness die down a bit when she concluded so she nodded along to Lo'ak, urging him to continue.
