"You took what did not belong to you. Not fully."
These words were the first she heard as consciousness rolled back into her body. The dark and baritone voice belayed of it's usual mirth and flair were the first to greet her waking ears followed only by the foggy and hazed image of a Man she knew. His eyes were of with a silent rage only tempered by the calming voice he delivered his words to her with.
"She was yet for this World, and you in your wisdom for 'the tribe' took her before she could see her first sun."
A groan of pain and bewilderment escaped the Woman as she shook her head as if to shake free the proverbial cobwebs which muddled her thought. Looking around as it to gain bearings; she still lay in her Tent. Slowly rising to her feet she stands waving away the veil of sleep from her mind, and through cracked tone replies "I had no choice" she pleaded in response, her words slow and slurred as she rapidly blinked as if to regain her own wits swiftly. "I, Yokeda please.."
The Man shook his head slightly, as his fingers ran through parted strands he snapped his gaze toward her once more from the pacing he had done through her waking words a bile and anger in his throat as raised with voice; "You took her life!" he bellowed forth "Deprived her. Us, of something, of family!"
The Woman shook her head violently "No! I did, I did what I had to!" she retorts through a rasped and broken voice. "For you, Yokeda!" She looks the Man square a conviction of face burning through her gaze though evident by the Mans returning glare was he having none of such persuasion.
He spoke in an almost embittered drawl as if every word was seething upon a point of its own contention a hand almost claws at his own chin to drag fingers through his beard perhaps a subconscious relation of wishing to hold his own tongue from the words so precariously placed upon them. "You, without consulting. Without thinking agreed. Took in your hand the keys to Deaths very door, opened and threw our little Girl who had not even took one breath in this world, and threw her through it. You--" The Man shook his head as a a tongue rolled over his cracked lips as pursed breaths broke his condemning of the Woman before him. "No."
The Man strode forth a few paces as he looked down to gain a direct eye-contact with the Woman and with a singular thrusting of his hand, the Dagger within it found it's mark in her midsection. Immediate is the release of the Blade by the handle before the Man simply turns and in a swift pace exits the way he had entered leaving the Woman to slump unto the ground.
"Burn the Tent." the Man's voice roiled in the distance as two other voices simply acknowledge his command, flames engulfing the leather and twine swiftly, turning all to darkness.
