It's Lord of the Flies in my mind tonight
So he’s the sensitive type (she’d deliveredand listens in order to respond, not to learn, as he’d missed the point entirely. It wasn’t about looking for things - it was where he was doing it. Wessex has to refrain herself from rolling her eyes, having learned more than enough about him to know she would likely find him annoying. So in that way, he’s a typical Outlander. In lieu of a rebuttal that will undoubtedly just continue to rankle both parties, Wessex lets the topic fall in favor of something she’d much rather talk about: weapon work.
“Elegance only comes with practice. No one starts out that way.” Wessex didn’t, Melita didn’t - the number of bruises and times she’d hit herself on her head (or shin, knee, back - insert body part and she’d probably whacked herself with a staff there) are too many to count. To expect to be good right away is folly.
“That’s why you keep it sharpened… and you know where you should aim for, right?” she asks patiently. He seems to purposefully be putting barriers in place for himself, and Wessex can’t figure out why. Why say ’I’m not,’ when one could say ’I’m learning’ or ’I’m trying?’
“Elegance only comes with practice. No one starts out that way.” Wessex didn’t, Melita didn’t - the number of bruises and times she’d hit herself on her head (or shin, knee, back - insert body part and she’d probably whacked herself with a staff there) are too many to count. To expect to be good right away is folly.
“That’s why you keep it sharpened… and you know where you should aim for, right?” she asks patiently. He seems to purposefully be putting barriers in place for himself, and Wessex can’t figure out why. Why say ’I’m not,’ when one could say ’I’m learning’ or ’I’m trying?’
