I smile, "He likes Rutila too though...I don't know If I can protect him. He needs someone to do that. I can't." I looked down ashamed and then back up at Drake.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Drake- My heart feels all weird now. I wonder if I'm having a heart attack. "You know, the whole knife-throwing thing would probably work a lot better if you sharpened the blade every once in a while," I say, looking at the depression in the wood left by her dagger, desperately trying to change the subject.
When I was young, I admired clever people. Now that I am old, I admire kind people. -Abraham Joshua Heschel
Drake- "Here, let me have a look," I say. She pulls the knife back and eyes me suspiciously. I roll my eyes and hold up my hand. "On my word," I say, "I won't steal your dagger." My word means nothing, but I'm not going to take her dagger. She's the only person who's been any degree of friendly towards me in a long while. She hands me the blade and I look it over. "Good quality," I say, "the handle work's nice. I bet they have some sharpening steel in the kitchen. I'll go check." I hand her back the blade and head to the kitchen, making sure the chefs not in there. Rifling through the cupboards, I find what I'm looking for. "Hey, what're you doing in here, you little thief?" a heavily accented voice calls out as I close the cupboard. "Leaving," I say, tucking the sharpening steel in my jacket and easily outrunning the fat chef. I come back to the meeting room slightly out of breath and show Jesse the sharpening steel, which just looks a lot like an unsharpened dagger. "Now I can show you how to sharpen a blade," I say.
When I was young, I admired clever people. Now that I am old, I admire kind people. -Abraham Joshua Heschel
Drake- I show her how to sharpen the dagger, then hand it to her so she can try. She's a fast learner and figures it out pretty quickly. "Pretty good for a beginner," I say, running my finger along the edge of the blade.
When I was young, I admired clever people. Now that I am old, I admire kind people. -Abraham Joshua Heschel
Drake- "Thanks," she says, then sticks the blade in her boot. "Your welcome," I say, then suddenly feel really stupid. She could easily use the very blade I just helped her sharpen to kill me in the future. "Maybe you should give the sharpening steel back to the chef. He doesn't really like me that much, and all I did was punch his fat nose."
When I was young, I admired clever people. Now that I am old, I admire kind people. -Abraham Joshua Heschel
I nod, "I almost beat Rutila when we were training. Almost. She used one of her moves on me and Then Micah broke it up." I shrugged, "If I can get that far with Rutila then I think I can beat a chef."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Drake- I laugh, trying not to look too worried. Rutila won this whole thing already; if this girl could almost take her, then she had to be good. "There's really no hope for me, is there?" I say, sighing.
When I was young, I admired clever people. Now that I am old, I admire kind people. -Abraham Joshua Heschel
Who wants to become a writer? And why? Because it’s the answer to everything. It’s the streaming reason for living. To note, to pin down, to build up, to create, to be astonished at nothing, to cherish the oddities, to let nothing go down the drain, to make something, to make a great flower out of life, even if it’s a cactus. — Enid Bagnold
