You know I still like you the most
The best of the best
With recent events being as distressing as they had been and the ever-present feeling that something was coming on the horizon, Sam had found himself more and more anxious to learn something of fighting, to find some way to threaten those that threatened him, to at least be an even opponent. He had recently gained his shield back from the Voice, but that was only a defence and one that could be penetrated by a sword or arrow: there was nothing for it, he was going to have to learn how to fight.
It was on his mind as he left the Atheneum; Mara had tried to train him with her throwing knives, but that had just felt like he was being abused more than a lesson. Sam knew he needed someone patient and willing to let him fail, hopefully not the sort of person to throw a knife at his face with no warning as a 'lesson'.
As his eyes fell on Aisha in the street, the idea came to him. "Oh, Aisha!" Sam called, the fact of her convenient appearance overtaking his usual shyness. Walking towards her, when he reached her he would ask: "I heard you've been doing sword fighting lessons for people here. Is that true?"
It was on his mind as he left the Atheneum; Mara had tried to train him with her throwing knives, but that had just felt like he was being abused more than a lesson. Sam knew he needed someone patient and willing to let him fail, hopefully not the sort of person to throw a knife at his face with no warning as a 'lesson'.
As his eyes fell on Aisha in the street, the idea came to him. "Oh, Aisha!" Sam called, the fact of her convenient appearance overtaking his usual shyness. Walking towards her, when he reached her he would ask: "I heard you've been doing sword fighting lessons for people here. Is that true?"
and the worst of the worst
You'll always be my favorite ghost
SAMuEL
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