You are the night-time fear
Knife-throwing is easier (safer, more reliable) with a dedicated throwing knife, but using something else is very good practice. Maybe not ideal for a beginner, but at the same time, if she learns to throw something that's not made for the purpose..? It'll make her a better thrower. Aamu had gone through stages of throwing every knife he could get his hands on.He lets her retrieve it, idly swinging his throwing arm and feeling his shoulder. Three hundred years gone in the blink of an eye for his mind, but he can feel them in his body. It hasn't aged—has barely degraded. But it feels unused. Out of trim.
He doesn't like it.
Watches with keen eyes as she takes up her stance again. Aims. Throws. He thinks the flight is better on this one—stronger. Truer.
Still it slams low into the tree, and he considers it for a moment. “Better?” she asks with a small smile, and "better" he responds, a proud wolf. His strides are fluid as he paces to the tree, leaving the knife in it for a moment longer. With a flick of his wrist a blade unfolds (one requiring far less maintenance than a regular knife) and he carefully scrapes bark away, leaving an 'x' visible enough to Ascended in the dark.
Another flick and his hidden blade is gone, and Aamu bends to pick up the knife. He counts his paces back, standing slightly closer than before. "Seeing where your knife lands compared to your target will help you get a feel for the aim. Let's try it a little closer." He doesn't say the rest: standing closer is more forgiving. She still hits a bit low, and he thinks this might help.
Again Aamu raises the knife and makes his own throw—quick, confident. With a thunk it goes tip-first an inch above the mark, vibrating slightly at the handle. Better, he thinks to himself, retrieving the knife for her and offering it to her hilt-first. "Give it a couple of throws."
You are the morning when it's clear
AAMU
