Flying Blades
Posted: May 15th, 2026, 3:14 am
"Still at it, Dedicated?" asked Lissa Sedai as Darthalien lined up his shot.
He'd been practicing with a variety of throwing knives, getting a better feel for how differently-weighted blades flew. He'd even experimented briefly with hurlbats, but knives were much easier to keep hidden. He might come back to hurlbats, though; they'd likely be better on a battlefield. Though I should probably be channeling if I find myself on a battlefield... he reminded himself.
He loosed the first knife, pulled and threw the second, then threw the third one left-handed.
All three sank point-first into their targets, and he turned. "Yes, Aes Sedai," he said, and bowed. Lissa Sedai was a Brown, but she'd come along with the Greens on the expedition to the Aiel Waste because her primary interest was cartography. When everything had turned to horror, she and Darthalien had saved each other's lives (and dignities), and while she didn't hold with student Channelers using anything so crude as weapons, she'd decided that he could be an exception, possibly because he'd accidentally discovered a way to create temporary weapons out of the Power itself.
She also stopped by to check on him occasionally, treating him with a sort genial, motherly encouragement. "You're getting better, I see," she said.
"Thank you, Aes Sedai. I've been working hard on this, though not as hard as I work on Channeling. Honestly, it makes a nice break from wrestling with Saidin."
"Hmph," said Lissa Sedai, though the sound was thoughtful rather than disapproving. "Yes, I suppose I can see that. When I was a little girl, many years ago, I used to enjoy throwing darts down at the local pub. Well, I'll leave you to it. Do try not to stab yourself in the foot."
Darthalien grinned. "Yes, Aes Sedai. And I shall remember to roll my maps instead of folding them."
"As well you should," she replied, returning her face that expressionless Aes Sedai inscrutability. Even so, Dar thought he saw a small quirk at the corner of her mouth as she glided away.
OOC: Feel free to jump in if you want to do a bit of RP in the knife-throwing area of the Warder Yards. Otherwise, I'm basically going to make this a fic done in serial format.
He'd been practicing with a variety of throwing knives, getting a better feel for how differently-weighted blades flew. He'd even experimented briefly with hurlbats, but knives were much easier to keep hidden. He might come back to hurlbats, though; they'd likely be better on a battlefield. Though I should probably be channeling if I find myself on a battlefield... he reminded himself.
He loosed the first knife, pulled and threw the second, then threw the third one left-handed.
All three sank point-first into their targets, and he turned. "Yes, Aes Sedai," he said, and bowed. Lissa Sedai was a Brown, but she'd come along with the Greens on the expedition to the Aiel Waste because her primary interest was cartography. When everything had turned to horror, she and Darthalien had saved each other's lives (and dignities), and while she didn't hold with student Channelers using anything so crude as weapons, she'd decided that he could be an exception, possibly because he'd accidentally discovered a way to create temporary weapons out of the Power itself.
She also stopped by to check on him occasionally, treating him with a sort genial, motherly encouragement. "You're getting better, I see," she said.
"Thank you, Aes Sedai. I've been working hard on this, though not as hard as I work on Channeling. Honestly, it makes a nice break from wrestling with Saidin."
"Hmph," said Lissa Sedai, though the sound was thoughtful rather than disapproving. "Yes, I suppose I can see that. When I was a little girl, many years ago, I used to enjoy throwing darts down at the local pub. Well, I'll leave you to it. Do try not to stab yourself in the foot."
Darthalien grinned. "Yes, Aes Sedai. And I shall remember to roll my maps instead of folding them."
"As well you should," she replied, returning her face that expressionless Aes Sedai inscrutability. Even so, Dar thought he saw a small quirk at the corner of her mouth as she glided away.
OOC: Feel free to jump in if you want to do a bit of RP in the knife-throwing area of the Warder Yards. Otherwise, I'm basically going to make this a fic done in serial format.