She had met one Kha. Her heards heard that more might be on the way. She was close to finding her Kha clan still yet. It still did not give her rest. The longer she stayed away from Sarantduu, the harder it would be to return. At least, In Kharma’s mind, such was true. The anger and disharmony she caused Kulain bothered her deeply. Still, each day felt like a battlefield in her chest. SHe hoped it would not result in one outside.
Still, there was a chance Gheita follow her. It was either to make sure she would return to the clan or to make sure she remained safe. It bothered her to look forward to such a possibility. She has gone many places in the past 15 years. For all her drive in returning back to Sarantduu, Kharma now realized she had never traveled alone for long. She was never without another person, even remotely for long. With the Dothrals, there was her mother. With the Kha, she had that one kid.... Khara, she remembered part of his name being. She also had her mate and children as she got older. There were a few who helped her along the way to Eorzea. Once there, she had Jehanne... then, eventually, Sarantduu once more.
Now, despite her desire to go along, she waited for Gheita to meet her on the battlefield. With all the risks involved... with so much at stake, would he?
If so, she could only vow to protect him. She could only do her best to ease Khatun’s anger at him when they returned. He would be her responsibility.... yet she had no will to pick up the linkshell and check his arrival. If he arrived, he arrived. They could only take it one day at a time beyond that.
