MAEA
"It's 'miss', actually. And you may." She offered him a wry smile. "Actually, it was neither. I picked up the bow to prove that I wasn't useless. Then I kept using it because of a man. Now it only reminds me of my poor choices, so I would like to start over." There was a certain pleasure in laying out her follies like that. Amun had offered her time and forgiveness - and blunt honesty. At some point it might turn into whining and the kind of bullshit Sunjata was so good at, but in this moment Maea thought of it more as a reality check. She'd always been so good at coming up with reasons and excuses - facing herself and the consequences of all the impulsive decisions made along the way was a whole other beast.
It would seem that Darkeye had some similar demons to her own. If training helped him chase them off, then perhaps it was indeed the right sort of medicine for her, too.
"I'm a laughingstock too," she assured him, "so neither of us will be alone there. If you would teach me, I will be honored to learn."
Accepting one of the daggers, she weighed it in her hand to get a feel for the balance of it. On impulse she shifted to the left hand, but quickly changed her mind. Apparently she still favored the right, just like before. Pushing away memories of the first time she ever tried daggers, the girl sank down in a ready stance, with a gentle bend to the knees and the blade reversed in her grip, pointing to the ground.
"This is all I know," she admitted. Lavender eyes turned back to the short, heavy set man, waiting for instructions.
It would seem that Darkeye had some similar demons to her own. If training helped him chase them off, then perhaps it was indeed the right sort of medicine for her, too.
"I'm a laughingstock too," she assured him, "so neither of us will be alone there. If you would teach me, I will be honored to learn."
Accepting one of the daggers, she weighed it in her hand to get a feel for the balance of it. On impulse she shifted to the left hand, but quickly changed her mind. Apparently she still favored the right, just like before. Pushing away memories of the first time she ever tried daggers, the girl sank down in a ready stance, with a gentle bend to the knees and the blade reversed in her grip, pointing to the ground.
"This is all I know," she admitted. Lavender eyes turned back to the short, heavy set man, waiting for instructions.
Nothing lasts forever, I thought you should know
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