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It was still early in the day, Ra’s sun still rising up in the sky. The circus wasn’t yet opened, and wouldn’t be for a few hours yet. Kesi liked this time of the day. It was the time where the circus could interact, to be more like a family and less like coworkers. She’d get to see Feiyan and Lihua work together trying to create ideas for their new set. She’d get to see Arih follow Zein around, trying to follow what he was doing despite some days being incredibly sluggish. And Kesi would get to just… be.
She ran around the circus, bare feet crunching on the sand below her. With her snakes taken care of, Kesi had plenty of free time to just roam around and have fun! She spent a little time with Delia who seemed to be upset with Hamidi for some reason. And Hamidi just seemed grumpy. So Kesi didn’t want to spend time with the lion tamer. And Nem was busy, as usual, and with Delia being grumpy Kesi found… she had no one to spend time with.
How boring! The girl thought frustrated, crossing her arms in a huff. Kesi hated boring with a passion. It made her very upset. And an upset Kesi wasn’t a good thing at all. She was violent when she was upset. And she’d throw tantrums. And… well, bad things happened when she was upset. It wasn’t her fault though. It was everyone else’s for being so boring.
As she continued walking around she saw something. Zephyra’s knives were out and she was nowhere to be seen. Knives are fun. Kesi loved all things fun. That’s why Zephyra was so cool. She could fight and be all badass even if Kesi found her to be quiet. It was okay. While quiet was super boring and not a word that could ever be used to describe Kesi, the fact that she had really cool knives made up for the fact. They were almost as cool as Kesi’s snakes. Almost.
It wouldn’t hurt to check, Kesi decided as she made her way to the knives. Maybe Zephyra was called away to help with something, Kesi didn’t know. All she knew there were shiny, pointy things that were in desperate needing of being held. Kesi ran a finger above the blades, hoving just over their hilts. Kesi wasn’t unfamiliar with knives or daggers. She had stabbed people before, as well as been stabbed herself. She picked one up, feeling the nice balanced weight in her hand. Juggling and throwing knives were so fun. Kesi threw one of them at a whore once upon a time. And then got threatened by a man with a sword! It was such a great time.
Kesi swung the knife around, the small girl pretending she was fighting. Kick! Stab! Bleed! All the blood! Corpses would surround the girl. Sweet, sweet death all done by her hand. And all for Nem, her brother, her God.
“Yeah!” Kesi said excitedly as she jabbed the knife forward in her imaginary battle. In doing so, she stumbled into the table that had all the knives out, sending the clean shiny metal to the ground. “Whoops!”
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It was still early in the day, Ra’s sun still rising up in the sky. The circus wasn’t yet opened, and wouldn’t be for a few hours yet. Kesi liked this time of the day. It was the time where the circus could interact, to be more like a family and less like coworkers. She’d get to see Feiyan and Lihua work together trying to create ideas for their new set. She’d get to see Arih follow Zein around, trying to follow what he was doing despite some days being incredibly sluggish. And Kesi would get to just… be.
She ran around the circus, bare feet crunching on the sand below her. With her snakes taken care of, Kesi had plenty of free time to just roam around and have fun! She spent a little time with Delia who seemed to be upset with Hamidi for some reason. And Hamidi just seemed grumpy. So Kesi didn’t want to spend time with the lion tamer. And Nem was busy, as usual, and with Delia being grumpy Kesi found… she had no one to spend time with.
How boring! The girl thought frustrated, crossing her arms in a huff. Kesi hated boring with a passion. It made her very upset. And an upset Kesi wasn’t a good thing at all. She was violent when she was upset. And she’d throw tantrums. And… well, bad things happened when she was upset. It wasn’t her fault though. It was everyone else’s for being so boring.
As she continued walking around she saw something. Zephyra’s knives were out and she was nowhere to be seen. Knives are fun. Kesi loved all things fun. That’s why Zephyra was so cool. She could fight and be all badass even if Kesi found her to be quiet. It was okay. While quiet was super boring and not a word that could ever be used to describe Kesi, the fact that she had really cool knives made up for the fact. They were almost as cool as Kesi’s snakes. Almost.
It wouldn’t hurt to check, Kesi decided as she made her way to the knives. Maybe Zephyra was called away to help with something, Kesi didn’t know. All she knew there were shiny, pointy things that were in desperate needing of being held. Kesi ran a finger above the blades, hoving just over their hilts. Kesi wasn’t unfamiliar with knives or daggers. She had stabbed people before, as well as been stabbed herself. She picked one up, feeling the nice balanced weight in her hand. Juggling and throwing knives were so fun. Kesi threw one of them at a whore once upon a time. And then got threatened by a man with a sword! It was such a great time.
Kesi swung the knife around, the small girl pretending she was fighting. Kick! Stab! Bleed! All the blood! Corpses would surround the girl. Sweet, sweet death all done by her hand. And all for Nem, her brother, her God.
“Yeah!” Kesi said excitedly as she jabbed the knife forward in her imaginary battle. In doing so, she stumbled into the table that had all the knives out, sending the clean shiny metal to the ground. “Whoops!”
It was still early in the day, Ra’s sun still rising up in the sky. The circus wasn’t yet opened, and wouldn’t be for a few hours yet. Kesi liked this time of the day. It was the time where the circus could interact, to be more like a family and less like coworkers. She’d get to see Feiyan and Lihua work together trying to create ideas for their new set. She’d get to see Arih follow Zein around, trying to follow what he was doing despite some days being incredibly sluggish. And Kesi would get to just… be.
She ran around the circus, bare feet crunching on the sand below her. With her snakes taken care of, Kesi had plenty of free time to just roam around and have fun! She spent a little time with Delia who seemed to be upset with Hamidi for some reason. And Hamidi just seemed grumpy. So Kesi didn’t want to spend time with the lion tamer. And Nem was busy, as usual, and with Delia being grumpy Kesi found… she had no one to spend time with.
How boring! The girl thought frustrated, crossing her arms in a huff. Kesi hated boring with a passion. It made her very upset. And an upset Kesi wasn’t a good thing at all. She was violent when she was upset. And she’d throw tantrums. And… well, bad things happened when she was upset. It wasn’t her fault though. It was everyone else’s for being so boring.
As she continued walking around she saw something. Zephyra’s knives were out and she was nowhere to be seen. Knives are fun. Kesi loved all things fun. That’s why Zephyra was so cool. She could fight and be all badass even if Kesi found her to be quiet. It was okay. While quiet was super boring and not a word that could ever be used to describe Kesi, the fact that she had really cool knives made up for the fact. They were almost as cool as Kesi’s snakes. Almost.
It wouldn’t hurt to check, Kesi decided as she made her way to the knives. Maybe Zephyra was called away to help with something, Kesi didn’t know. All she knew there were shiny, pointy things that were in desperate needing of being held. Kesi ran a finger above the blades, hoving just over their hilts. Kesi wasn’t unfamiliar with knives or daggers. She had stabbed people before, as well as been stabbed herself. She picked one up, feeling the nice balanced weight in her hand. Juggling and throwing knives were so fun. Kesi threw one of them at a whore once upon a time. And then got threatened by a man with a sword! It was such a great time.
Kesi swung the knife around, the small girl pretending she was fighting. Kick! Stab! Bleed! All the blood! Corpses would surround the girl. Sweet, sweet death all done by her hand. And all for Nem, her brother, her God.
“Yeah!” Kesi said excitedly as she jabbed the knife forward in her imaginary battle. In doing so, she stumbled into the table that had all the knives out, sending the clean shiny metal to the ground. “Whoops!”
Even with her years since joining the circus, Zephyra still had yet to make any true friendships, a fact which often made the mornings and other times when not performing a little lonely. Instead of interacting with others like she longed to do, the woman once again found herself taking a little bit of a walk after her knives were cleaned and set up for practice. Egypt was different than her homeland, more different than she’d expected it to be when she’d first landed there, but over time she’d grown to appreciate the beauty that was. Egypt held more mystery, more freedom, than Nethisa ever could for her. At times her heart twinged for the paths and buildings of her youth, and yet she held no true desire to return. Reminiscences of the past were rarely good thoughts to build one’s future on. Besides, even if she did not find herself particularly close to anyone within the circus, it was still the best home she’d ever had. She was paid and taken well care of. Though she would do anything most in the circus asked of her, she also knew she was free to say no.
Her feet seemed to carry her around the circus while her mind wandered, and she barely remembered to nod or smile in greeting to those she passed. No one stopped her for conversation, something that both bothered and relieved her in one. Two, almost three years with most of these people and she’d seemingly earned the reputation of not to be bothered. It was all her own doing, she knew, and still she did not fix it. How could she fix it? She’d always been feared, hated, so to make the others love her, or even like her, was a daunting thought and task. Respect filled the holes where companionship should have been.
Morose thoughts cut her walk short. She was a knife thrower, an archer, a fighter, a thief, and when life dragged her down the best medicine was to participate in one of those activities. While stealing would give her a rush like none of the others, with the lack of patrons to the circus around there were no decent targets. Knife throwing it would have to be, her second favorite activity that still brought her a sense of peace and joy.
Zephyra returned just in time to see Kesi knock over the table with her knives, one still in the younger girl’s hand. Zephyra’s eyes narrowed. That was exactly why she kept her favorite set on her person at all times. That, and she needed some kind of weapon in case a fight broke out. Still, the set the other woman was messing with belonged to Zephyra, and Zephyra was fiercely protective of the things she owned. Call it part of a thief’s instincts, but the annoyance and possessiveness the sight filled her with made Zephyra do something she never would have done otherwise considering who Kesi was: she released two of the jeweled knives on her person in rapid succession, watching with satisfaction as they raced to land on either side of Kesi’s being. “What exactly are you doing?” Her tone was surprisingly even taking into account her actions, and she strode closer so she could stare down at the other woman.
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Even with her years since joining the circus, Zephyra still had yet to make any true friendships, a fact which often made the mornings and other times when not performing a little lonely. Instead of interacting with others like she longed to do, the woman once again found herself taking a little bit of a walk after her knives were cleaned and set up for practice. Egypt was different than her homeland, more different than she’d expected it to be when she’d first landed there, but over time she’d grown to appreciate the beauty that was. Egypt held more mystery, more freedom, than Nethisa ever could for her. At times her heart twinged for the paths and buildings of her youth, and yet she held no true desire to return. Reminiscences of the past were rarely good thoughts to build one’s future on. Besides, even if she did not find herself particularly close to anyone within the circus, it was still the best home she’d ever had. She was paid and taken well care of. Though she would do anything most in the circus asked of her, she also knew she was free to say no.
Her feet seemed to carry her around the circus while her mind wandered, and she barely remembered to nod or smile in greeting to those she passed. No one stopped her for conversation, something that both bothered and relieved her in one. Two, almost three years with most of these people and she’d seemingly earned the reputation of not to be bothered. It was all her own doing, she knew, and still she did not fix it. How could she fix it? She’d always been feared, hated, so to make the others love her, or even like her, was a daunting thought and task. Respect filled the holes where companionship should have been.
Morose thoughts cut her walk short. She was a knife thrower, an archer, a fighter, a thief, and when life dragged her down the best medicine was to participate in one of those activities. While stealing would give her a rush like none of the others, with the lack of patrons to the circus around there were no decent targets. Knife throwing it would have to be, her second favorite activity that still brought her a sense of peace and joy.
Zephyra returned just in time to see Kesi knock over the table with her knives, one still in the younger girl’s hand. Zephyra’s eyes narrowed. That was exactly why she kept her favorite set on her person at all times. That, and she needed some kind of weapon in case a fight broke out. Still, the set the other woman was messing with belonged to Zephyra, and Zephyra was fiercely protective of the things she owned. Call it part of a thief’s instincts, but the annoyance and possessiveness the sight filled her with made Zephyra do something she never would have done otherwise considering who Kesi was: she released two of the jeweled knives on her person in rapid succession, watching with satisfaction as they raced to land on either side of Kesi’s being. “What exactly are you doing?” Her tone was surprisingly even taking into account her actions, and she strode closer so she could stare down at the other woman.
Even with her years since joining the circus, Zephyra still had yet to make any true friendships, a fact which often made the mornings and other times when not performing a little lonely. Instead of interacting with others like she longed to do, the woman once again found herself taking a little bit of a walk after her knives were cleaned and set up for practice. Egypt was different than her homeland, more different than she’d expected it to be when she’d first landed there, but over time she’d grown to appreciate the beauty that was. Egypt held more mystery, more freedom, than Nethisa ever could for her. At times her heart twinged for the paths and buildings of her youth, and yet she held no true desire to return. Reminiscences of the past were rarely good thoughts to build one’s future on. Besides, even if she did not find herself particularly close to anyone within the circus, it was still the best home she’d ever had. She was paid and taken well care of. Though she would do anything most in the circus asked of her, she also knew she was free to say no.
Her feet seemed to carry her around the circus while her mind wandered, and she barely remembered to nod or smile in greeting to those she passed. No one stopped her for conversation, something that both bothered and relieved her in one. Two, almost three years with most of these people and she’d seemingly earned the reputation of not to be bothered. It was all her own doing, she knew, and still she did not fix it. How could she fix it? She’d always been feared, hated, so to make the others love her, or even like her, was a daunting thought and task. Respect filled the holes where companionship should have been.
Morose thoughts cut her walk short. She was a knife thrower, an archer, a fighter, a thief, and when life dragged her down the best medicine was to participate in one of those activities. While stealing would give her a rush like none of the others, with the lack of patrons to the circus around there were no decent targets. Knife throwing it would have to be, her second favorite activity that still brought her a sense of peace and joy.
Zephyra returned just in time to see Kesi knock over the table with her knives, one still in the younger girl’s hand. Zephyra’s eyes narrowed. That was exactly why she kept her favorite set on her person at all times. That, and she needed some kind of weapon in case a fight broke out. Still, the set the other woman was messing with belonged to Zephyra, and Zephyra was fiercely protective of the things she owned. Call it part of a thief’s instincts, but the annoyance and possessiveness the sight filled her with made Zephyra do something she never would have done otherwise considering who Kesi was: she released two of the jeweled knives on her person in rapid succession, watching with satisfaction as they raced to land on either side of Kesi’s being. “What exactly are you doing?” Her tone was surprisingly even taking into account her actions, and she strode closer so she could stare down at the other woman.
Kesi had reached down to pick up the knives when all of a sudden two new ones appeared on either side of her! Woah! We’re under attack! She suddenly thought with wide eyes. Man your stations! Let none of the others survive! In the Glory of Set, the circus shall prev-
Oh. It was Zephyra. Dammit, Kesi was hoping that people were attacking the circus. That would be so much blood and carnage. Oh well, she thought bitterly. At least Zephyra was being super cool again. And she had such pretty knives… Kesi picked up one of her jeweled knives she threw, before shooting the woman a brilliant smile.
“I was having a battle of course!” Kesi said once more stabbing at the air. “It’s a cool battle too! So much blood and death. Super gory!” Kesi said as she hopped up onto a chair, continuing her imaginary fighting. “And then I kick! And there he goes, falling and splat! ” Kesi jumped off and put a hand to her forehead dramatically. “Oh, the horror!”
Kesi loved playing pretend when she was a kid. Nem and her would do it all the time! They would pretend they were in the circus, and Nem was directing the acrobats and leading the show. And Kesi could just see the magic, see the circus. And then once they both joined the Tempest of Set, the pretending went away. But the love for it remained, even if it was now just Kesi who played that game.
And since killing her father, the game was now twisted. No longer was she imagining tigers and jugglers and acrobats. All she thought of was a river of blood, one that was caused by her own hand. She hated that it wasn’t often she got to kill. She didn’t want to bring trouble to the circus, but being ‘good’ was boring. She didn’t want to always live in her head.
Kesi handed back the knives hilt side facing Zephyra. “You can be my partner in crime!” Kesi deemed. “You can throw the knives and I’ll be up in the action! Wha bam!” Although Kesi wasn’t wasn’t always right in the action. She was perfectly capable of being sneaky. In fact, she tended to default to poisons. It was Water Hemlock that she used to kill her father with. And utilizing her snakes and previous training, Kesi became adept in all things poison. Having been studying them since the age of ten, and having constant access to venoms via her snakes, spiders, and scorpions, Kesi was well adept in the art of silent killing. Even if… it was so often bloodless, something she detested.
“You do arrows too! I can’t do those.” Kesi shrugged. “I don’t like arrows. I’m not a very good aimer.” In fact, the one time she did throw a knife and managed to stab a person was a complete accident. “Except with blow darts.” Those… were fun.
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Kesi had reached down to pick up the knives when all of a sudden two new ones appeared on either side of her! Woah! We’re under attack! She suddenly thought with wide eyes. Man your stations! Let none of the others survive! In the Glory of Set, the circus shall prev-
Oh. It was Zephyra. Dammit, Kesi was hoping that people were attacking the circus. That would be so much blood and carnage. Oh well, she thought bitterly. At least Zephyra was being super cool again. And she had such pretty knives… Kesi picked up one of her jeweled knives she threw, before shooting the woman a brilliant smile.
“I was having a battle of course!” Kesi said once more stabbing at the air. “It’s a cool battle too! So much blood and death. Super gory!” Kesi said as she hopped up onto a chair, continuing her imaginary fighting. “And then I kick! And there he goes, falling and splat! ” Kesi jumped off and put a hand to her forehead dramatically. “Oh, the horror!”
Kesi loved playing pretend when she was a kid. Nem and her would do it all the time! They would pretend they were in the circus, and Nem was directing the acrobats and leading the show. And Kesi could just see the magic, see the circus. And then once they both joined the Tempest of Set, the pretending went away. But the love for it remained, even if it was now just Kesi who played that game.
And since killing her father, the game was now twisted. No longer was she imagining tigers and jugglers and acrobats. All she thought of was a river of blood, one that was caused by her own hand. She hated that it wasn’t often she got to kill. She didn’t want to bring trouble to the circus, but being ‘good’ was boring. She didn’t want to always live in her head.
Kesi handed back the knives hilt side facing Zephyra. “You can be my partner in crime!” Kesi deemed. “You can throw the knives and I’ll be up in the action! Wha bam!” Although Kesi wasn’t wasn’t always right in the action. She was perfectly capable of being sneaky. In fact, she tended to default to poisons. It was Water Hemlock that she used to kill her father with. And utilizing her snakes and previous training, Kesi became adept in all things poison. Having been studying them since the age of ten, and having constant access to venoms via her snakes, spiders, and scorpions, Kesi was well adept in the art of silent killing. Even if… it was so often bloodless, something she detested.
“You do arrows too! I can’t do those.” Kesi shrugged. “I don’t like arrows. I’m not a very good aimer.” In fact, the one time she did throw a knife and managed to stab a person was a complete accident. “Except with blow darts.” Those… were fun.
Kesi had reached down to pick up the knives when all of a sudden two new ones appeared on either side of her! Woah! We’re under attack! She suddenly thought with wide eyes. Man your stations! Let none of the others survive! In the Glory of Set, the circus shall prev-
Oh. It was Zephyra. Dammit, Kesi was hoping that people were attacking the circus. That would be so much blood and carnage. Oh well, she thought bitterly. At least Zephyra was being super cool again. And she had such pretty knives… Kesi picked up one of her jeweled knives she threw, before shooting the woman a brilliant smile.
“I was having a battle of course!” Kesi said once more stabbing at the air. “It’s a cool battle too! So much blood and death. Super gory!” Kesi said as she hopped up onto a chair, continuing her imaginary fighting. “And then I kick! And there he goes, falling and splat! ” Kesi jumped off and put a hand to her forehead dramatically. “Oh, the horror!”
Kesi loved playing pretend when she was a kid. Nem and her would do it all the time! They would pretend they were in the circus, and Nem was directing the acrobats and leading the show. And Kesi could just see the magic, see the circus. And then once they both joined the Tempest of Set, the pretending went away. But the love for it remained, even if it was now just Kesi who played that game.
And since killing her father, the game was now twisted. No longer was she imagining tigers and jugglers and acrobats. All she thought of was a river of blood, one that was caused by her own hand. She hated that it wasn’t often she got to kill. She didn’t want to bring trouble to the circus, but being ‘good’ was boring. She didn’t want to always live in her head.
Kesi handed back the knives hilt side facing Zephyra. “You can be my partner in crime!” Kesi deemed. “You can throw the knives and I’ll be up in the action! Wha bam!” Although Kesi wasn’t wasn’t always right in the action. She was perfectly capable of being sneaky. In fact, she tended to default to poisons. It was Water Hemlock that she used to kill her father with. And utilizing her snakes and previous training, Kesi became adept in all things poison. Having been studying them since the age of ten, and having constant access to venoms via her snakes, spiders, and scorpions, Kesi was well adept in the art of silent killing. Even if… it was so often bloodless, something she detested.
“You do arrows too! I can’t do those.” Kesi shrugged. “I don’t like arrows. I’m not a very good aimer.” In fact, the one time she did throw a knife and managed to stab a person was a complete accident. “Except with blow darts.” Those… were fun.
Zephyra hated that Kesi touched her jeweled knife. Though it was expected given that she’d thrown them at her, it didn’t make her like it any more. Normally when she aimed for another person it was part of her act and the other did not touch the weapon, or she was throwing to harm, a situation wherein it mattered less when the other person’s fingers touched what was Zephyra’s. All rules left when it came to a fight.
In reaction to Kesi’s smile, Zephyra forced one of her own on her face. To anyone who looked closely it would be evident it was fake, though the woman did not care. Sometimes it felt as if dealing with Kesi was like dealing with a child, and this time was one of those times. “A battle?” the woman parroted, one eyebrow quirking up. “It sounds as if you’re in the midst of one of the great ones then.” Humor laced with vexation in her words as she watched the woman once again leap into her imaginary fight. Zephyra had never had the chance to really play pretend when she was younger, and now that she was an adult it held little appeal to her. To see one also of age indulge in make believe fantasies was still something she could not quite make her mind understand.
Her fingers wrapped around the knives as they were returned to her. They were quickly stored upon her person, some in places easily seen, others not so much. All were accessible at a moment’s notice, and with that she was ready for that part of her act. Practice, it seemed, would have to wait. Not that she needed the practice. Her aim was almost always true, her skills as sharp as the knives themselves.
Did Kesi mean to bring her into her imaginary battle? Or was the girl speaking of getting into real trouble? “I’m afraid my imagination is not as potent as yours. Still, if it would please you, I can throw my knives around and you can pretend they are hitting people.” Perhaps that could be some form of practice. “As long as you promise not to touch my knives again without me,” she added after a moment. Zephyra hoped her words came off more as she cared about Kesi hurting herself as opposed to her being overly selfish and controlling. The thought that Kesi really needed protecting was somewhat laughable, but coming across the other way didn’t seem much better.
Zephyra’s mouth opened to offer to teach Kesi how to aim and use the bow, but other words tumbled out instead, “I’ve never used blow darts myself. However, everything just takes practice. Natural talent is a plus, but effort and dedication is just as important, if not more.” Her own training was what made her into who she was.
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Zephyra hated that Kesi touched her jeweled knife. Though it was expected given that she’d thrown them at her, it didn’t make her like it any more. Normally when she aimed for another person it was part of her act and the other did not touch the weapon, or she was throwing to harm, a situation wherein it mattered less when the other person’s fingers touched what was Zephyra’s. All rules left when it came to a fight.
In reaction to Kesi’s smile, Zephyra forced one of her own on her face. To anyone who looked closely it would be evident it was fake, though the woman did not care. Sometimes it felt as if dealing with Kesi was like dealing with a child, and this time was one of those times. “A battle?” the woman parroted, one eyebrow quirking up. “It sounds as if you’re in the midst of one of the great ones then.” Humor laced with vexation in her words as she watched the woman once again leap into her imaginary fight. Zephyra had never had the chance to really play pretend when she was younger, and now that she was an adult it held little appeal to her. To see one also of age indulge in make believe fantasies was still something she could not quite make her mind understand.
Her fingers wrapped around the knives as they were returned to her. They were quickly stored upon her person, some in places easily seen, others not so much. All were accessible at a moment’s notice, and with that she was ready for that part of her act. Practice, it seemed, would have to wait. Not that she needed the practice. Her aim was almost always true, her skills as sharp as the knives themselves.
Did Kesi mean to bring her into her imaginary battle? Or was the girl speaking of getting into real trouble? “I’m afraid my imagination is not as potent as yours. Still, if it would please you, I can throw my knives around and you can pretend they are hitting people.” Perhaps that could be some form of practice. “As long as you promise not to touch my knives again without me,” she added after a moment. Zephyra hoped her words came off more as she cared about Kesi hurting herself as opposed to her being overly selfish and controlling. The thought that Kesi really needed protecting was somewhat laughable, but coming across the other way didn’t seem much better.
Zephyra’s mouth opened to offer to teach Kesi how to aim and use the bow, but other words tumbled out instead, “I’ve never used blow darts myself. However, everything just takes practice. Natural talent is a plus, but effort and dedication is just as important, if not more.” Her own training was what made her into who she was.
Zephyra hated that Kesi touched her jeweled knife. Though it was expected given that she’d thrown them at her, it didn’t make her like it any more. Normally when she aimed for another person it was part of her act and the other did not touch the weapon, or she was throwing to harm, a situation wherein it mattered less when the other person’s fingers touched what was Zephyra’s. All rules left when it came to a fight.
In reaction to Kesi’s smile, Zephyra forced one of her own on her face. To anyone who looked closely it would be evident it was fake, though the woman did not care. Sometimes it felt as if dealing with Kesi was like dealing with a child, and this time was one of those times. “A battle?” the woman parroted, one eyebrow quirking up. “It sounds as if you’re in the midst of one of the great ones then.” Humor laced with vexation in her words as she watched the woman once again leap into her imaginary fight. Zephyra had never had the chance to really play pretend when she was younger, and now that she was an adult it held little appeal to her. To see one also of age indulge in make believe fantasies was still something she could not quite make her mind understand.
Her fingers wrapped around the knives as they were returned to her. They were quickly stored upon her person, some in places easily seen, others not so much. All were accessible at a moment’s notice, and with that she was ready for that part of her act. Practice, it seemed, would have to wait. Not that she needed the practice. Her aim was almost always true, her skills as sharp as the knives themselves.
Did Kesi mean to bring her into her imaginary battle? Or was the girl speaking of getting into real trouble? “I’m afraid my imagination is not as potent as yours. Still, if it would please you, I can throw my knives around and you can pretend they are hitting people.” Perhaps that could be some form of practice. “As long as you promise not to touch my knives again without me,” she added after a moment. Zephyra hoped her words came off more as she cared about Kesi hurting herself as opposed to her being overly selfish and controlling. The thought that Kesi really needed protecting was somewhat laughable, but coming across the other way didn’t seem much better.
Zephyra’s mouth opened to offer to teach Kesi how to aim and use the bow, but other words tumbled out instead, “I’ve never used blow darts myself. However, everything just takes practice. Natural talent is a plus, but effort and dedication is just as important, if not more.” Her own training was what made her into who she was.
As long as you promised not to touch my knives without me.
Wait just one moment. Does that mean Kesi had permission to touch her knives with her?! Kesi was not one to ask for permission. She was spontaneous. She just did what she wanted to and rarely thought of the consequences. To be fair, Kesi didn’t do things maliciously. Kesi didn’t purposefully cause trouble for the circus or her brother. Sometimes it just happened. But it wasn’t Kesi’s fault that people acted contrary to what the girl wanted. For instance, if she gets awakened rudely in the middle of the night, people shouldn’t get all huffy if Kesi accidentally stabbed them. It’s their fault, not Kesi’s.
But having permission made things so much easier. Zephyra signed away her ability to be contrary. She let Kesi touch her knives as long as she was around. So she couldn’t later go to her brother and complain. Or be mean to Kesi. Because then… Kesi will get upset. And angry.
That was never a good sign.
But no more thinking dark things. Kesi’s smile god wider and wider, and her eyes sparkled with absolute joy. “Wait, can I throw them? That’ll be fun! ” Maybe if she got good at throwing them, she could use that to kill people too! Well, no she’d probably still stick to poison. But having options was very, very good. “I can teach you how to do blowdarts in return! I’m very good at them.” It came with the need to kill from afar.
Oh, Zephyra was so cool. She was the best recent addition to the circus. Zein was great too, but Zephyra just blew Zein out of the water. Zein had this ‘hot guy’ thing about him, but Zephyra was so… tough. She was a fighter. She was like Hamidi in a way! They both were super soldier like. Kesi wondered if Zephyra could beat Hamidi in a fight? She didn’t think so. The lion tamer was strong but maybe Zephyra was quick? Could that be to her advantage?
Also, in the talk of talent, Kesi found herself agreeing. “Nem knows people’s talents. That’s why everyone is so good at what they do! Nem saw my talents in snake charming before I even did myself!” The only talent Kesi truly found without the assistance of Nem was her poison crafting. It was Kesi who approached Kreios and pestered the man into teaching her. So maybe… Kesi could find talent within her again. Maybe she’d be really good at knife throwing.
That did it now. Zephyra didn’t have a choice anymore. She was going to teach Kesi. The girl could be very persistent when she wanted to be. “So, yeah!” Kesi said excitedly. “You can teach me how to throw knives, and I will teach you how to blow darts. That sounds like a deal! This is great. I’m so excited!”
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As long as you promised not to touch my knives without me.
Wait just one moment. Does that mean Kesi had permission to touch her knives with her?! Kesi was not one to ask for permission. She was spontaneous. She just did what she wanted to and rarely thought of the consequences. To be fair, Kesi didn’t do things maliciously. Kesi didn’t purposefully cause trouble for the circus or her brother. Sometimes it just happened. But it wasn’t Kesi’s fault that people acted contrary to what the girl wanted. For instance, if she gets awakened rudely in the middle of the night, people shouldn’t get all huffy if Kesi accidentally stabbed them. It’s their fault, not Kesi’s.
But having permission made things so much easier. Zephyra signed away her ability to be contrary. She let Kesi touch her knives as long as she was around. So she couldn’t later go to her brother and complain. Or be mean to Kesi. Because then… Kesi will get upset. And angry.
That was never a good sign.
But no more thinking dark things. Kesi’s smile god wider and wider, and her eyes sparkled with absolute joy. “Wait, can I throw them? That’ll be fun! ” Maybe if she got good at throwing them, she could use that to kill people too! Well, no she’d probably still stick to poison. But having options was very, very good. “I can teach you how to do blowdarts in return! I’m very good at them.” It came with the need to kill from afar.
Oh, Zephyra was so cool. She was the best recent addition to the circus. Zein was great too, but Zephyra just blew Zein out of the water. Zein had this ‘hot guy’ thing about him, but Zephyra was so… tough. She was a fighter. She was like Hamidi in a way! They both were super soldier like. Kesi wondered if Zephyra could beat Hamidi in a fight? She didn’t think so. The lion tamer was strong but maybe Zephyra was quick? Could that be to her advantage?
Also, in the talk of talent, Kesi found herself agreeing. “Nem knows people’s talents. That’s why everyone is so good at what they do! Nem saw my talents in snake charming before I even did myself!” The only talent Kesi truly found without the assistance of Nem was her poison crafting. It was Kesi who approached Kreios and pestered the man into teaching her. So maybe… Kesi could find talent within her again. Maybe she’d be really good at knife throwing.
That did it now. Zephyra didn’t have a choice anymore. She was going to teach Kesi. The girl could be very persistent when she wanted to be. “So, yeah!” Kesi said excitedly. “You can teach me how to throw knives, and I will teach you how to blow darts. That sounds like a deal! This is great. I’m so excited!”
As long as you promised not to touch my knives without me.
Wait just one moment. Does that mean Kesi had permission to touch her knives with her?! Kesi was not one to ask for permission. She was spontaneous. She just did what she wanted to and rarely thought of the consequences. To be fair, Kesi didn’t do things maliciously. Kesi didn’t purposefully cause trouble for the circus or her brother. Sometimes it just happened. But it wasn’t Kesi’s fault that people acted contrary to what the girl wanted. For instance, if she gets awakened rudely in the middle of the night, people shouldn’t get all huffy if Kesi accidentally stabbed them. It’s their fault, not Kesi’s.
But having permission made things so much easier. Zephyra signed away her ability to be contrary. She let Kesi touch her knives as long as she was around. So she couldn’t later go to her brother and complain. Or be mean to Kesi. Because then… Kesi will get upset. And angry.
That was never a good sign.
But no more thinking dark things. Kesi’s smile god wider and wider, and her eyes sparkled with absolute joy. “Wait, can I throw them? That’ll be fun! ” Maybe if she got good at throwing them, she could use that to kill people too! Well, no she’d probably still stick to poison. But having options was very, very good. “I can teach you how to do blowdarts in return! I’m very good at them.” It came with the need to kill from afar.
Oh, Zephyra was so cool. She was the best recent addition to the circus. Zein was great too, but Zephyra just blew Zein out of the water. Zein had this ‘hot guy’ thing about him, but Zephyra was so… tough. She was a fighter. She was like Hamidi in a way! They both were super soldier like. Kesi wondered if Zephyra could beat Hamidi in a fight? She didn’t think so. The lion tamer was strong but maybe Zephyra was quick? Could that be to her advantage?
Also, in the talk of talent, Kesi found herself agreeing. “Nem knows people’s talents. That’s why everyone is so good at what they do! Nem saw my talents in snake charming before I even did myself!” The only talent Kesi truly found without the assistance of Nem was her poison crafting. It was Kesi who approached Kreios and pestered the man into teaching her. So maybe… Kesi could find talent within her again. Maybe she’d be really good at knife throwing.
That did it now. Zephyra didn’t have a choice anymore. She was going to teach Kesi. The girl could be very persistent when she wanted to be. “So, yeah!” Kesi said excitedly. “You can teach me how to throw knives, and I will teach you how to blow darts. That sounds like a deal! This is great. I’m so excited!”
What had Zephyra gotten herself into? Trading words with Kesi often seemed to lead her into some kind of personal trouble, and this time proved to be like so within a matter of minutes. Part of her longed to reject the proposed offer, and yet Kesi had a way of making people do things. At least, she had a way of making Zephyra do things. The fact she was the ringmaster’s sister certainly made an impact. Anything that could get Zephyra thrown out of the circus was something she tried to avoid, and stirring up turbulence with someone so important was sure to lead to that end.
But beyond the childlike persona Zephyra had mostly interacted with when she’d had to interact with Kesi at all, there were glimpses the woman had seen of other types of Kesi, ones she wasn’t sure she wanted to be involved with. Kesi had secrets, the circus had secrets… Zephyra had her own secrets. Secrets swirled through the air like the sands on the breeze, too many and too futile to attempt to discern.
Her mind raced as she schooled her features into a calm look, one that did not betray her dread. There was no way she could think of to carefully extract herself from the situation. The forced smile returned to her face. “Though I confess I’ve never felt the need to learn how to blow darts, I cannot pass on an opportunity to add to my,” she paused, searching for the proper word a moment before continuing, “repertoire. Not only will it aid me, but maybe one day it will aid the circus as well.” She was resigned.
So Kesi’s brother was the one to lead the woman to snakes? Zephyra had somehow gone without knowing that until now. It had never mattered. It did not surprise her, however. “Your brother fulfils his role as ringmaster and leader with skill many could never possess. I am forever grateful he decided to take me in.” Truly, Zephyra admired Amenemhat. Theirs was not a close relationship, but the way she saw the circus run made her appreciate him and everything he did.
If only Kesi’s excitement was contagious. “If you are to learn, I will give you an older set of mine. I have too many as is. You just can’t use my jeweled ones.” The others very much mattered to her, but not as much. “When would you like to begin?” With her luck, Kesi would say right then.
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What had Zephyra gotten herself into? Trading words with Kesi often seemed to lead her into some kind of personal trouble, and this time proved to be like so within a matter of minutes. Part of her longed to reject the proposed offer, and yet Kesi had a way of making people do things. At least, she had a way of making Zephyra do things. The fact she was the ringmaster’s sister certainly made an impact. Anything that could get Zephyra thrown out of the circus was something she tried to avoid, and stirring up turbulence with someone so important was sure to lead to that end.
But beyond the childlike persona Zephyra had mostly interacted with when she’d had to interact with Kesi at all, there were glimpses the woman had seen of other types of Kesi, ones she wasn’t sure she wanted to be involved with. Kesi had secrets, the circus had secrets… Zephyra had her own secrets. Secrets swirled through the air like the sands on the breeze, too many and too futile to attempt to discern.
Her mind raced as she schooled her features into a calm look, one that did not betray her dread. There was no way she could think of to carefully extract herself from the situation. The forced smile returned to her face. “Though I confess I’ve never felt the need to learn how to blow darts, I cannot pass on an opportunity to add to my,” she paused, searching for the proper word a moment before continuing, “repertoire. Not only will it aid me, but maybe one day it will aid the circus as well.” She was resigned.
So Kesi’s brother was the one to lead the woman to snakes? Zephyra had somehow gone without knowing that until now. It had never mattered. It did not surprise her, however. “Your brother fulfils his role as ringmaster and leader with skill many could never possess. I am forever grateful he decided to take me in.” Truly, Zephyra admired Amenemhat. Theirs was not a close relationship, but the way she saw the circus run made her appreciate him and everything he did.
If only Kesi’s excitement was contagious. “If you are to learn, I will give you an older set of mine. I have too many as is. You just can’t use my jeweled ones.” The others very much mattered to her, but not as much. “When would you like to begin?” With her luck, Kesi would say right then.
What had Zephyra gotten herself into? Trading words with Kesi often seemed to lead her into some kind of personal trouble, and this time proved to be like so within a matter of minutes. Part of her longed to reject the proposed offer, and yet Kesi had a way of making people do things. At least, she had a way of making Zephyra do things. The fact she was the ringmaster’s sister certainly made an impact. Anything that could get Zephyra thrown out of the circus was something she tried to avoid, and stirring up turbulence with someone so important was sure to lead to that end.
But beyond the childlike persona Zephyra had mostly interacted with when she’d had to interact with Kesi at all, there were glimpses the woman had seen of other types of Kesi, ones she wasn’t sure she wanted to be involved with. Kesi had secrets, the circus had secrets… Zephyra had her own secrets. Secrets swirled through the air like the sands on the breeze, too many and too futile to attempt to discern.
Her mind raced as she schooled her features into a calm look, one that did not betray her dread. There was no way she could think of to carefully extract herself from the situation. The forced smile returned to her face. “Though I confess I’ve never felt the need to learn how to blow darts, I cannot pass on an opportunity to add to my,” she paused, searching for the proper word a moment before continuing, “repertoire. Not only will it aid me, but maybe one day it will aid the circus as well.” She was resigned.
So Kesi’s brother was the one to lead the woman to snakes? Zephyra had somehow gone without knowing that until now. It had never mattered. It did not surprise her, however. “Your brother fulfils his role as ringmaster and leader with skill many could never possess. I am forever grateful he decided to take me in.” Truly, Zephyra admired Amenemhat. Theirs was not a close relationship, but the way she saw the circus run made her appreciate him and everything he did.
If only Kesi’s excitement was contagious. “If you are to learn, I will give you an older set of mine. I have too many as is. You just can’t use my jeweled ones.” The others very much mattered to her, but not as much. “When would you like to begin?” With her luck, Kesi would say right then.
Kesi liked shiny things but not so much that she would go out to buy or steal for them. In fact, Kesi never stole. Stealing was boring, she’d rather force people to give them what she wants. As such, she didn’t even blink when Zephyra said that she wasn’t allowed to touch the jeweled knives. All Kesi cared about was that the knives she did touch were sharp- sharp enough to kill. Any skill that might one day help Nem was a skill worth having.
And to have a whole new set was even better! Kesi loved knives. She had daggers that she kept close, but no throwing knives. Kesi thought about snagging a set just for herself, but there was no point in it when she would just rely on her blow darts instead. But now with a teacher… who knows. That could change.
A bloody death is all the more fun.
Kesi nodded, agreeing to her terms. Her stomach was bubbling with excitement. Kesi loved learning. She jumped at any opportunity to better herself. Even to this day, years after studying under Krieos, Kesi still tried to learn. She would read books and talk with other poison masters to study everything about the train. She went from snakes to scorpions, to spiders, learning how to extract their venom without harming her or the animal. She tried to be better with people, though that was often met with failure. But this was something Kesi didn’t think she could fail at. It didn’t require talking, it required hard work.
And talent.
That was what Zephyra said. Natural talent was a plus. Kesi didn’t have a talent for knives in particular, but she did have a talent for… ending lives. It was easy for her to end the life of her father, just as it was with those that came afterward. So should this be put towards that end, then throwing knives would fall under her talents.
But even if it did, effort and dedication are just as important. Many words can be used to describe the girl, excitable being chief among them. (Well, actually crazy was more often said, but Kesi didn’t much understand that one.) But what few people truly complimented Kesi on was her tenacity. Should Kesi want to master something - she will. She won’t give up until she did. And it was something that she took incredibly seriously. She didn’t approach it in her typical, childlike way. She was quiet, patient ready to absorb any information thrown her way before practicing it herself. Krieos wasn’t much of a lecturer, but she learned a lot just by watching him and mimicking his actions.
And that’s exactly when she intended to do with Zephyra. She would be the best student she ever had (which to be fair, Kesi wasn’t sure if she ever had students). “Are you busy right now? I have lots of time.” Kesi's demeanor had entirely changed. She no longer was running around like a child who ate entirely too many sweets. She was calm, with wide eyes shining with curiosity.
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Kesi liked shiny things but not so much that she would go out to buy or steal for them. In fact, Kesi never stole. Stealing was boring, she’d rather force people to give them what she wants. As such, she didn’t even blink when Zephyra said that she wasn’t allowed to touch the jeweled knives. All Kesi cared about was that the knives she did touch were sharp- sharp enough to kill. Any skill that might one day help Nem was a skill worth having.
And to have a whole new set was even better! Kesi loved knives. She had daggers that she kept close, but no throwing knives. Kesi thought about snagging a set just for herself, but there was no point in it when she would just rely on her blow darts instead. But now with a teacher… who knows. That could change.
A bloody death is all the more fun.
Kesi nodded, agreeing to her terms. Her stomach was bubbling with excitement. Kesi loved learning. She jumped at any opportunity to better herself. Even to this day, years after studying under Krieos, Kesi still tried to learn. She would read books and talk with other poison masters to study everything about the train. She went from snakes to scorpions, to spiders, learning how to extract their venom without harming her or the animal. She tried to be better with people, though that was often met with failure. But this was something Kesi didn’t think she could fail at. It didn’t require talking, it required hard work.
And talent.
That was what Zephyra said. Natural talent was a plus. Kesi didn’t have a talent for knives in particular, but she did have a talent for… ending lives. It was easy for her to end the life of her father, just as it was with those that came afterward. So should this be put towards that end, then throwing knives would fall under her talents.
But even if it did, effort and dedication are just as important. Many words can be used to describe the girl, excitable being chief among them. (Well, actually crazy was more often said, but Kesi didn’t much understand that one.) But what few people truly complimented Kesi on was her tenacity. Should Kesi want to master something - she will. She won’t give up until she did. And it was something that she took incredibly seriously. She didn’t approach it in her typical, childlike way. She was quiet, patient ready to absorb any information thrown her way before practicing it herself. Krieos wasn’t much of a lecturer, but she learned a lot just by watching him and mimicking his actions.
And that’s exactly when she intended to do with Zephyra. She would be the best student she ever had (which to be fair, Kesi wasn’t sure if she ever had students). “Are you busy right now? I have lots of time.” Kesi's demeanor had entirely changed. She no longer was running around like a child who ate entirely too many sweets. She was calm, with wide eyes shining with curiosity.
Kesi liked shiny things but not so much that she would go out to buy or steal for them. In fact, Kesi never stole. Stealing was boring, she’d rather force people to give them what she wants. As such, she didn’t even blink when Zephyra said that she wasn’t allowed to touch the jeweled knives. All Kesi cared about was that the knives she did touch were sharp- sharp enough to kill. Any skill that might one day help Nem was a skill worth having.
And to have a whole new set was even better! Kesi loved knives. She had daggers that she kept close, but no throwing knives. Kesi thought about snagging a set just for herself, but there was no point in it when she would just rely on her blow darts instead. But now with a teacher… who knows. That could change.
A bloody death is all the more fun.
Kesi nodded, agreeing to her terms. Her stomach was bubbling with excitement. Kesi loved learning. She jumped at any opportunity to better herself. Even to this day, years after studying under Krieos, Kesi still tried to learn. She would read books and talk with other poison masters to study everything about the train. She went from snakes to scorpions, to spiders, learning how to extract their venom without harming her or the animal. She tried to be better with people, though that was often met with failure. But this was something Kesi didn’t think she could fail at. It didn’t require talking, it required hard work.
And talent.
That was what Zephyra said. Natural talent was a plus. Kesi didn’t have a talent for knives in particular, but she did have a talent for… ending lives. It was easy for her to end the life of her father, just as it was with those that came afterward. So should this be put towards that end, then throwing knives would fall under her talents.
But even if it did, effort and dedication are just as important. Many words can be used to describe the girl, excitable being chief among them. (Well, actually crazy was more often said, but Kesi didn’t much understand that one.) But what few people truly complimented Kesi on was her tenacity. Should Kesi want to master something - she will. She won’t give up until she did. And it was something that she took incredibly seriously. She didn’t approach it in her typical, childlike way. She was quiet, patient ready to absorb any information thrown her way before practicing it herself. Krieos wasn’t much of a lecturer, but she learned a lot just by watching him and mimicking his actions.
And that’s exactly when she intended to do with Zephyra. She would be the best student she ever had (which to be fair, Kesi wasn’t sure if she ever had students). “Are you busy right now? I have lots of time.” Kesi's demeanor had entirely changed. She no longer was running around like a child who ate entirely too many sweets. She was calm, with wide eyes shining with curiosity.
Zephyra’s eyes wandered up to the sky, closing for a moment to bask in the sunlight. And, more importantly, to give her a few seconds to think and breathe without looking at Kesi. Oh how she wished someone would call for her to come aid them in a task, yet the sounds of the circus lacked any such voice demanding her presence. This could be an opportunity to make a friend, and if it had been anyone else, perhaps Zephyra would have felt more optimistic. Kesi was exactly the kind of friend she should make if she wanted to try and get more sway in the circus, a goal she wasn’t sure she wanted or could even achieve if she did, yet she did not see friendship blossoming. She’d be lucky enough to get away without upsetting Kesi over something. Zephyra’s social skills weren’t necessarily lacking, but Kesi was a wildcard. Zephyra didn’t know how to be with her, except be on her guard, more so than she felt with anyone else.
Her gaze snapped back to Kesi as her eyes opened again, and she smiled. This one was no different than the last forced one. And there was before her a different side of Kesi that Zephyra’s eyes took in. At least this one didn’t put Zephyra too much more on edge. “I do not believe that there are any tasks your brother or anyone else has for me right now. I shall get you your own set later. For now, you can use one knife of mine I’ve got on me, one of the ones you were playing with. Is that satisfactory to you?” The knife thrower hoped it was, because if it wasn’t she wasn’t sure what she was going to do.
“Though, before we begin actually throwing the knife, we’ll have to work on your stance. Without a solid stance, every attempt you make will fail. If you’re anything like me, that will fill you with a frustration that makes you want to give up.” Zephyra’s smile turned into something almost fond with those words. Her trainer had been one of the men closest to Andras. For the rough crew, he’d been one of the nicer ones. Instead of punishing her each time she failed, he’d merely made her do it over and over again until she had success. Sessions at first had taken almost the whole day, but she had to admit that it had helped shape her into who she was just as much as being punished had. That man’s actions had helped instill in her a need to keep trying until she was perfect that didn’t completely stem from fear of what would happen if she wasn’t.
Having a student was going to be very new ground for Zephyra, and she was really going to have to think back on how she was taught in order to be even slightly successful with Kesi. Though… if this worked out well, perhaps she could have more students and charge a fee. If it would be allowed, of course.
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Zephyra’s eyes wandered up to the sky, closing for a moment to bask in the sunlight. And, more importantly, to give her a few seconds to think and breathe without looking at Kesi. Oh how she wished someone would call for her to come aid them in a task, yet the sounds of the circus lacked any such voice demanding her presence. This could be an opportunity to make a friend, and if it had been anyone else, perhaps Zephyra would have felt more optimistic. Kesi was exactly the kind of friend she should make if she wanted to try and get more sway in the circus, a goal she wasn’t sure she wanted or could even achieve if she did, yet she did not see friendship blossoming. She’d be lucky enough to get away without upsetting Kesi over something. Zephyra’s social skills weren’t necessarily lacking, but Kesi was a wildcard. Zephyra didn’t know how to be with her, except be on her guard, more so than she felt with anyone else.
Her gaze snapped back to Kesi as her eyes opened again, and she smiled. This one was no different than the last forced one. And there was before her a different side of Kesi that Zephyra’s eyes took in. At least this one didn’t put Zephyra too much more on edge. “I do not believe that there are any tasks your brother or anyone else has for me right now. I shall get you your own set later. For now, you can use one knife of mine I’ve got on me, one of the ones you were playing with. Is that satisfactory to you?” The knife thrower hoped it was, because if it wasn’t she wasn’t sure what she was going to do.
“Though, before we begin actually throwing the knife, we’ll have to work on your stance. Without a solid stance, every attempt you make will fail. If you’re anything like me, that will fill you with a frustration that makes you want to give up.” Zephyra’s smile turned into something almost fond with those words. Her trainer had been one of the men closest to Andras. For the rough crew, he’d been one of the nicer ones. Instead of punishing her each time she failed, he’d merely made her do it over and over again until she had success. Sessions at first had taken almost the whole day, but she had to admit that it had helped shape her into who she was just as much as being punished had. That man’s actions had helped instill in her a need to keep trying until she was perfect that didn’t completely stem from fear of what would happen if she wasn’t.
Having a student was going to be very new ground for Zephyra, and she was really going to have to think back on how she was taught in order to be even slightly successful with Kesi. Though… if this worked out well, perhaps she could have more students and charge a fee. If it would be allowed, of course.
Zephyra’s eyes wandered up to the sky, closing for a moment to bask in the sunlight. And, more importantly, to give her a few seconds to think and breathe without looking at Kesi. Oh how she wished someone would call for her to come aid them in a task, yet the sounds of the circus lacked any such voice demanding her presence. This could be an opportunity to make a friend, and if it had been anyone else, perhaps Zephyra would have felt more optimistic. Kesi was exactly the kind of friend she should make if she wanted to try and get more sway in the circus, a goal she wasn’t sure she wanted or could even achieve if she did, yet she did not see friendship blossoming. She’d be lucky enough to get away without upsetting Kesi over something. Zephyra’s social skills weren’t necessarily lacking, but Kesi was a wildcard. Zephyra didn’t know how to be with her, except be on her guard, more so than she felt with anyone else.
Her gaze snapped back to Kesi as her eyes opened again, and she smiled. This one was no different than the last forced one. And there was before her a different side of Kesi that Zephyra’s eyes took in. At least this one didn’t put Zephyra too much more on edge. “I do not believe that there are any tasks your brother or anyone else has for me right now. I shall get you your own set later. For now, you can use one knife of mine I’ve got on me, one of the ones you were playing with. Is that satisfactory to you?” The knife thrower hoped it was, because if it wasn’t she wasn’t sure what she was going to do.
“Though, before we begin actually throwing the knife, we’ll have to work on your stance. Without a solid stance, every attempt you make will fail. If you’re anything like me, that will fill you with a frustration that makes you want to give up.” Zephyra’s smile turned into something almost fond with those words. Her trainer had been one of the men closest to Andras. For the rough crew, he’d been one of the nicer ones. Instead of punishing her each time she failed, he’d merely made her do it over and over again until she had success. Sessions at first had taken almost the whole day, but she had to admit that it had helped shape her into who she was just as much as being punished had. That man’s actions had helped instill in her a need to keep trying until she was perfect that didn’t completely stem from fear of what would happen if she wasn’t.
Having a student was going to be very new ground for Zephyra, and she was really going to have to think back on how she was taught in order to be even slightly successful with Kesi. Though… if this worked out well, perhaps she could have more students and charge a fee. If it would be allowed, of course.
She’ll get her own set? Her very own set? Oh this was completely worth it for that fact alone. Kesi knew daggers, she had a few of her own. But she didn’t have any throwing knives. And knives were so fun. They were sharp and pointy and deadly and small! Small and deadly, just like Kesi! Maybe that’s why she liked them so much! That was also why she liked snakes.
Zephyra is so cool! That’s it. For now on Kesi liked Zephyra. (Until she upset her and turned boring, of course.) She wielded knives like a bad ass and was actually teaching Kesi instead of trying to distract her and send her away! This was great! Kesi was absolutely going to tell Delia about how cool Zephyra was. And Delia will be happy because maybe Kesi was making friends!
But now was not the time to be thinking about all the excitement. Kesi had to concentrate. It made sense with her talking about stance. Kesi once upon a time tried to learn how to be an acrobat, and the way one stands was very important. In fighting stance was vital too. When she trained in daggers, Kesi learned how necessary it was. Even if she was to be quick and light on her feet, she also had to make sure her movements were powerful and precise and a lot of that came from the way one stands.
This was different. Kesi was looking for something fun, but instead, she got an opportunity. That was the magic that was this circus. It was always growing, always providing a new and different day for the girl. Kesi, an ever chaotic being, looked for ways to adapt and grow. And thanks to Set as patron of this circus, he blessed each day to be dynamic and ever-changing. A blessing Kesi was sure not to overlook.
“Right! Stance!” Kesi planted her feet firmly, trying to center her gravity. “I don’t ever give up though. No matter how frustrated!” Kesi would fight until she was perfect. Because now this was serious. This was a real chance to improve and learn something. And if learning something helped her brother then Kesi would make sure she did it even if it killed her. She would do anything for Amenemhat. But also throwing knives were cool.
“Like this right? Do I have to have the scary serious face you have too?” Kesi asked, twisting her face in concentration. “Okay, got that too. Then do I just throw it?” She held her knife in her hand, grip tight. She wanted to pull her arm back and watch as it went fighting. She was ready. It couldn’t be that hard right? It was, after all, just metal.
But then again if it was easy then everyone would do it and Zephyra wouldn’t look near as cool as she did when she performed in the shows. “Can I throw it now?”
Nope. As Kesi was about to throw it, a slave ran up to Kesi. Apparently Rekhmire wanted some of her venoms. Ugh! I was just about to have fun!
Kesi sighed wistfully. "Never mind." She put the knife back. "Thanks Zephyra," Kesi said glumly, before turning heal and heading to her tent. Stupid Rekhmire with his stupid timing.
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She’ll get her own set? Her very own set? Oh this was completely worth it for that fact alone. Kesi knew daggers, she had a few of her own. But she didn’t have any throwing knives. And knives were so fun. They were sharp and pointy and deadly and small! Small and deadly, just like Kesi! Maybe that’s why she liked them so much! That was also why she liked snakes.
Zephyra is so cool! That’s it. For now on Kesi liked Zephyra. (Until she upset her and turned boring, of course.) She wielded knives like a bad ass and was actually teaching Kesi instead of trying to distract her and send her away! This was great! Kesi was absolutely going to tell Delia about how cool Zephyra was. And Delia will be happy because maybe Kesi was making friends!
But now was not the time to be thinking about all the excitement. Kesi had to concentrate. It made sense with her talking about stance. Kesi once upon a time tried to learn how to be an acrobat, and the way one stands was very important. In fighting stance was vital too. When she trained in daggers, Kesi learned how necessary it was. Even if she was to be quick and light on her feet, she also had to make sure her movements were powerful and precise and a lot of that came from the way one stands.
This was different. Kesi was looking for something fun, but instead, she got an opportunity. That was the magic that was this circus. It was always growing, always providing a new and different day for the girl. Kesi, an ever chaotic being, looked for ways to adapt and grow. And thanks to Set as patron of this circus, he blessed each day to be dynamic and ever-changing. A blessing Kesi was sure not to overlook.
“Right! Stance!” Kesi planted her feet firmly, trying to center her gravity. “I don’t ever give up though. No matter how frustrated!” Kesi would fight until she was perfect. Because now this was serious. This was a real chance to improve and learn something. And if learning something helped her brother then Kesi would make sure she did it even if it killed her. She would do anything for Amenemhat. But also throwing knives were cool.
“Like this right? Do I have to have the scary serious face you have too?” Kesi asked, twisting her face in concentration. “Okay, got that too. Then do I just throw it?” She held her knife in her hand, grip tight. She wanted to pull her arm back and watch as it went fighting. She was ready. It couldn’t be that hard right? It was, after all, just metal.
But then again if it was easy then everyone would do it and Zephyra wouldn’t look near as cool as she did when she performed in the shows. “Can I throw it now?”
Nope. As Kesi was about to throw it, a slave ran up to Kesi. Apparently Rekhmire wanted some of her venoms. Ugh! I was just about to have fun!
Kesi sighed wistfully. "Never mind." She put the knife back. "Thanks Zephyra," Kesi said glumly, before turning heal and heading to her tent. Stupid Rekhmire with his stupid timing.
She’ll get her own set? Her very own set? Oh this was completely worth it for that fact alone. Kesi knew daggers, she had a few of her own. But she didn’t have any throwing knives. And knives were so fun. They were sharp and pointy and deadly and small! Small and deadly, just like Kesi! Maybe that’s why she liked them so much! That was also why she liked snakes.
Zephyra is so cool! That’s it. For now on Kesi liked Zephyra. (Until she upset her and turned boring, of course.) She wielded knives like a bad ass and was actually teaching Kesi instead of trying to distract her and send her away! This was great! Kesi was absolutely going to tell Delia about how cool Zephyra was. And Delia will be happy because maybe Kesi was making friends!
But now was not the time to be thinking about all the excitement. Kesi had to concentrate. It made sense with her talking about stance. Kesi once upon a time tried to learn how to be an acrobat, and the way one stands was very important. In fighting stance was vital too. When she trained in daggers, Kesi learned how necessary it was. Even if she was to be quick and light on her feet, she also had to make sure her movements were powerful and precise and a lot of that came from the way one stands.
This was different. Kesi was looking for something fun, but instead, she got an opportunity. That was the magic that was this circus. It was always growing, always providing a new and different day for the girl. Kesi, an ever chaotic being, looked for ways to adapt and grow. And thanks to Set as patron of this circus, he blessed each day to be dynamic and ever-changing. A blessing Kesi was sure not to overlook.
“Right! Stance!” Kesi planted her feet firmly, trying to center her gravity. “I don’t ever give up though. No matter how frustrated!” Kesi would fight until she was perfect. Because now this was serious. This was a real chance to improve and learn something. And if learning something helped her brother then Kesi would make sure she did it even if it killed her. She would do anything for Amenemhat. But also throwing knives were cool.
“Like this right? Do I have to have the scary serious face you have too?” Kesi asked, twisting her face in concentration. “Okay, got that too. Then do I just throw it?” She held her knife in her hand, grip tight. She wanted to pull her arm back and watch as it went fighting. She was ready. It couldn’t be that hard right? It was, after all, just metal.
But then again if it was easy then everyone would do it and Zephyra wouldn’t look near as cool as she did when she performed in the shows. “Can I throw it now?”
Nope. As Kesi was about to throw it, a slave ran up to Kesi. Apparently Rekhmire wanted some of her venoms. Ugh! I was just about to have fun!
Kesi sighed wistfully. "Never mind." She put the knife back. "Thanks Zephyra," Kesi said glumly, before turning heal and heading to her tent. Stupid Rekhmire with his stupid timing.