Rising Sun Valley Jalan Qoyi [M]

For @Zhavvi, taking place shorty after her arrival

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A single paw dropped into the shallows of the creek as Lavakho teased the surface in a somewhat circular motion with one of his claws, causing the water to ripple and move about.  He had never been particularly fond of the water as he usually avoided it unless necessity (or his brother) dictated otherwise.  However, in the waning moonlight, the warrior enjoyed watching the reflection of the moon ripple and distort on the water's dark surface.  There was a pale, etherial beauty to it that Lavakho desperately wanted to explore.

Lavakho liked the pretty things in life, and by extension he liked his niece, Zhavvi, under the same pretense.  However, his like stemmed purely from admiration of his brother, which made her something he would never act on.  She had trailed behind, arriving to the makeshift camp after the sun set, like all good teenagers do.   Long dead were the days of being 'favorite uncle Vakho' and playing games with with the spirited little pup.  Age had turned her sour, and Lavahko silently lamented for what once was.  

"Zhavvi, re ti wux gethrisjir ekess yenta ava'yorn?" Asked Lavakho gently as he looked back at his niece.  He dipped his head and cracked a dopey grin, expecting a break in her silence.