Arrow Lake Blood of my Blood

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Rakharo's eyes met Lavakho's for a brief moment, and while he wasn't completely sure, he felt as if he could see the same fear and uncertainty he felt looming behind Rakharo's tired gaze. It was only natural to fear the unknown, and even the mightiest of Dotharan would have quavered from their journey. However, Rakharo kept it together. Strong. A true leader. And despite how much Lavakho protested, he followed his brother without ceasing. If he was this sure, he must be right. Rakharo continued forward and as usual, Lavakho followed close.

There was a long silence between the two before Rakharo awkwardly changed the subject to Lavakho's embarrassment at the hands of Kivi. While the change of tone was welcome, the subject matter caused Lavakho to grumble. "And what did she tell you?" he spat with vitriol. "She's good... but the bitch got lucky." His defeat at her hand had come as a harsh wake up call. Lavakho's ego had finally caught up with him.