It's Lord of the Flies in my mind tonight
“Just think about it. We’re not barbarians. Would you leave precious things outside?” Her head tilts to one side in a moment of semantic consideration. “Well, perhaps. But not in the ruins.” And that’s really all she has to say about that, not wanting to beat the kid down while still encouraging logical thought. Cause that’s what he is to her - a kid. And Wessex remembers very well how dumb she was at that age.
At least he has the good sense to take the knife and isn’t standing on some silly sense of Outlander honor or emotional hang ups. This is Caido and everyone needs a good knife, whether it’s to clean a carcass with, gut a fish, chop vegetables, or defend one’s self - a knife is necessary and she wouldn’t see this new kid die because he’s unarmed. This simple action - the giving of a knife - isn’t just for him, it’s for Wessex too. She’s created some goodwill between them, a personal experience that may be able to overcome any rumors he’s heard about her, because personal experience usually trumps hearsay every time.
“It’s nothing,” she says in an off-hand dismissal of his thanks. “I have plenty.”
Nodding at the agreement that staffs are difficult, Wessex continues, “Staffs are hard because you can use either end and the momentum of the weapon can be difficult to control if you’re not used to it. If you continue to practice, I’d suggest starting with twirls and defense before going into attacks.” But that’s just her. Was it that long ago that she’d started to train Melita, (and oh, how that’s fallen by the wayside) instructed Rory on proper knife technique? Her attention turns to the blade. “As for that,” she indicated with a nod, “Stick ‘em with the pointy end.”
At least he has the good sense to take the knife and isn’t standing on some silly sense of Outlander honor or emotional hang ups. This is Caido and everyone needs a good knife, whether it’s to clean a carcass with, gut a fish, chop vegetables, or defend one’s self - a knife is necessary and she wouldn’t see this new kid die because he’s unarmed. This simple action - the giving of a knife - isn’t just for him, it’s for Wessex too. She’s created some goodwill between them, a personal experience that may be able to overcome any rumors he’s heard about her, because personal experience usually trumps hearsay every time.
“It’s nothing,” she says in an off-hand dismissal of his thanks. “I have plenty.”
Nodding at the agreement that staffs are difficult, Wessex continues, “Staffs are hard because you can use either end and the momentum of the weapon can be difficult to control if you’re not used to it. If you continue to practice, I’d suggest starting with twirls and defense before going into attacks.” But that’s just her. Was it that long ago that she’d started to train Melita, (and oh, how that’s fallen by the wayside) instructed Rory on proper knife technique? Her attention turns to the blade. “As for that,” she indicated with a nod, “Stick ‘em with the pointy end.”
