Post by Sheari on Sept 18, 2009 18:49:16 GMT -5
R'men was quite proud of himself right now. It was a false sense of pride but, pride nonetheless. He had in his hands a knife. Not exactly a fine blade designed for fighting, nor was it a crude blade chiseled from stone that would prove a clumsy weapon in combat against the formerly suggested tool. The hiss of rock versus metal was unmistakable as the bronzeweyrling sharpened "his" knew knife. It was a knife from the kitchens to be exact, used for cutting up meat. It was a good hand length long with a secure wooden handle. The top of the knife was perfectly aligned with the top of the "hilt", suggesting it to be one of the newer knives. The serrated edge was highly favored as well.
Despite the ordinariness, R'men continued to rasp the edge sharper and sharper. He would keep it until someone pointed out that it was a kitchen knife and demanded he return it. Or until he could make it look legit enough to pass as weapon, or bought a proper one. The thought of owning a proper dirk pleased him.
You probably shouldn't have taken that.[/i]You're probably right.[/i] The words were in a "deflated" tone.
Why did you take it?[/i]
I don't want to disappear, and everyone else has one, and they're cool.
I won't let you disappear, R'menMine.[/i]
The bronze head rested on the bed next to R'men's thigh, the body attached lay on the floor next to the actual bed. The man stopped the rock to admire his handy work. It was crude, but sharper than before. "I know you won't let me disappear, Weith. But there's always the chance." A sound in the hallway outside the door to the room made both look up. R'men brandished his knife, on edge, and maybe a little paranoid.
Despite the ordinariness, R'men continued to rasp the edge sharper and sharper. He would keep it until someone pointed out that it was a kitchen knife and demanded he return it. Or until he could make it look legit enough to pass as weapon, or bought a proper one. The thought of owning a proper dirk pleased him.
You probably shouldn't have taken that.[/i]You're probably right.[/i] The words were in a "deflated" tone.
Why did you take it?[/i]
I don't want to disappear, and everyone else has one, and they're cool.
I won't let you disappear, R'menMine.[/i]
The bronze head rested on the bed next to R'men's thigh, the body attached lay on the floor next to the actual bed. The man stopped the rock to admire his handy work. It was crude, but sharper than before. "I know you won't let me disappear, Weith. But there's always the chance." A sound in the hallway outside the door to the room made both look up. R'men brandished his knife, on edge, and maybe a little paranoid.