==== October 27th, 2013
==== Kyara, Sienna
==== Knives are thrown and memories are revisited on the Lake Shore.

Who Kyara, Sienna
What Blades are flung and memories are revisited on the Lake Shore.
When Afternoon. There are 10 months and 15 days until the 12th Pass.
Where Lake Shore, Igen Weyr


Lake Shore
Sprawled out beyond the Weyr proper's hustling activity and ambling roads, the cool, blue paradise of the Weyr lake promises escape from the oppressive hammer of Igen summer's cruel climes; the asymmetrical, sandy white shores hook delicately around the deceptively still waters running deep and sure, greedy peninsulas reaching white fingers stretching in crooked lines towards its center. A sturdy shack, weather-beaten and brown as cured leather, resides in isolated splendor upon one such finger, screened shelving offering a variety of brushes and fragrant oils housed in colorful tureens. Out beyond a small and dusty paddock ringed by a white fence, a long rocky pier stabs out into the lake, providing a panoramic view of the Weyr itself, while the southern shores provide varied shrubs and grassed for the massed herds in their pens.

THOK. The sound is an uncommon punctuation to the normally silent atmosphere around the Lake Shore this pleasant winter afternoon. A lone greenrider faces off with a large chunk of tree stump, salvaged from discarded firewood and hauled to this secluded spot on the western side of the water, well away from anyone and anything. Following that sharp sound, Kyara draws herself up and approaches that stump, thereafter yanking a slender knife from the wood and striding back several paces before facing it again. It's a nice afternoon to practice an old hobby.

Kehemath is also practicing an old hobby, that of carrying around half of a tree to gnaw on when she finds a nice spot to settle. Which is near to where Kyara is practicing, giving the greenrider a glance before she grips her tree between her paws, talons holding tightly, and starts to chew. For the moment that's all, the strapless green on her own.

A dragon hauling half a tree around is by no means an unobtrusive thing, so Kyara naturally glances over when she hears and spots Kehemath coming along, an eyebrow raising at the sight as she peers past the knife now pulled back near her ear. And since it's there, she lets it fly before turning more full attention on the older green dragon. THOK. It doesn't hit exactly where she was aiming, but it sticks nonetheless. Liareth comes slipping across the surface of the Lake now, seemingly done with the bath she'd come out for, and pads up onto the shore near Kehemath, dripping and shivering some of the excess water from her wings before settling down nearby with a warble of greeting for the older green. In the meantime, Kyara peers about to see if there's a rider coming in the wake of that dragon anywhere.

Sienna is indeed walking along the lake shore, hands in her pockets as she meanders after her odd lifemate. While Kehemath sets to gnawing the tree with a contented and low rumble, Sienna just chuckles as she approaches, thumping her dragon's tail before moving past. "Afternoon, Kyara," she calls, giving Liareth a pleased looking once over and a nod. "How're you both?"

"Doing well," Kyara answers her friend with a grin and a salute, jogging over to quickly retrieve her knife before gesturing over to Liareth. "Lia, too. Just enjoying the day, while we've got a break." She eyes Kehemath again, tilting her head slightly. "How are you and Kehemath? Does she just decide gnawing a tree is a good idea every now and then, or is something up?"

Sienna smiles, chuckling softly. "It's something she does when she's bored. Really it's one of her least destructive behaviors, so I encourage it." Chew, chew, chew goes the green. "You throw knives? And we're doing well. Taking a brief break before we get back to work."

Liareth snorts and gives Kehemath a friendly bump of nose against shoulder before she wanders off down the shoreline. Have fun with that tree! There's a brown dragon a middling distance away - I'tani's Waciath, if Kyara guesses correctly - and the pretty green settles down near him to socialize. Recognizing the coy arch of neck her green holds as she does what she does, Kyara shakes her head and laughs a bit ruefully. "Her and the twins' dragons lately," the younger greenrider half-mutters. With a sigh, she nods, hefting the knife on her fingers a little between her and Sienna. "Yeah. It's been a while, but that other night in the stores got me thinking about it again. Thought I'd give it another try. It's good for keeping your eyes sharp." With a slight crouch, she draws the blade back and looses it again. THOK. She shrugs; it's still off-center. "At least I can still hit what I mean to hit. An old hobby…from an old life." She looks a little chagrined and then smirks at Sienna. "Can you throw?"

Kehemath rumbles happily. She will! Have fun with your boy toy! Nom nom nom. Sienna nods with a low sigh and a slight frown creasing her brows before she shakes her head. "No, I don't have any skills in defense like that. Might be nice to learn, but…being a Baker and a cheese maker the topic of throwing my knives never came up." With a grin, she watches curiously as her friend throws them. "Why did you learn?"

"Hmm. I wonder why not?" Kyara teases as she retrieves her knife yet again. With a sigh, she flips the blade into her palm. "Defense while I was out riding routes, mostly. A friend taught me. It did come in handy a few times. But he taught me how to use it well in my hand, too. And I…" Her expression wavers; the memory is not comfortable. "He taught me how to fight hand to hand, also. I needed to know how. There were some people that made my apprentice years awful, and I wasn't going to stand for it." She looks down at her hands, at the knife, for a moment, then back up at Sienna. "I'm…pretty good at it. Not a lot of people know this about me. I took to it well, which scared me at first. I like knowing how to fight, if I need to. I just don't ever want to have to. And I think it's good to know how to defend yourself." Then she eyes Sienna thoughtfully. "I could show you how, if you like. Or even just the knife throwing." With a smirk, "That part's fun. And practical, if you need it to be."

Sienna tilts her head slightly, her look shifting to concern. "What happened?" she prompts gently. Then she eyes the knife and sighs softly. "I suppose, as a teacher, I should never be one to turn down knowledge when it's offered. As much as I distaste the mere idea of needing to use such a skill. Rather have it and not need it than the other way around, I guess." So…yes?

"We never know what's going to happen when," Kyara murmurs with a solemn nod. "I don't like it either…but I'm glad I know what to do. And I'd be glad to show you." A smile brightens her face now. "I get to teach you something, for a change." And she quite likes the prospect! She considers Sienna's prompt now in silence, eventually nodding slowly at her friend. "Alright. I'm alright with telling you." She slips the knife back into the sheathe on her belt and sighs with quiet heaviness. "At the Harper Hall…when the Masters found out I could write well, they pulled me into composition studies. There were six other students, all boys. Things were fine at first, and then they decided that the Seniors were giving me special attention. I didn't understand at the time; I was just doing what I loved…but my compositions got singled out a lot, for good reasons, and it was chafing them. A few of the boys started messing with me - little things, at first. Then it started getting physical. Worse and worse. I started fighting back a little, but it wasn't helping. And then there was one time that came, after about a Turn…" She sits down in the sand, frowning as she recalls what exactly happened and figuring how to put it.

Sienna laughs. "Never stop learning!" she says as she listens, and then settles down beside her friend, nodding a bit as she takes in the story. "Yeah?" she prompts gently. Even Kehemath is listening, the green pausing in her chewing - except for the occasional lick.

Rubbing her neck, Kyara goes on, quietly. "I was in the repair shop one night by myself, and Aglen, the oldest of the boys, came in and decided to pick a fight over who was writing what for a project we were all contributing to for an upcoming Gather or something like that. I don't really remember what I said, but eventually I just decided to ignore him, and he…he grabbed me, and slammed me into the form table." She winces at the recollection, shutting her eyes for a moment. "He shoved my arm down into one of the vices for the guitars and spun it until it got close to closing on my hand, saying he was going to mangle my fingers so that I'd never be able to write or play again. And I was trying to get him off me, but the angle was bad, and I couldn't…" She swallows, examining very intact fingers for a moment. "And then Jerrig came in. The boy who taught me to fight. And he threw Aglen off me and broke his nose. After that…I don't know why, but Jerrig sort of took me under his wing, and when I said I wanted to know how to fend for myself better, he taught me." A steady gaze levels on Sienna now. "I wanted to hate those boys, for what they did to me. All that's a big reason I've felt cautious about being interested in anyone for so long. But Jerrig was always there to help me see that not all boys were like that. To let me know it was okay to be stronger, and for a girl to know how to take care of herself. He helped me learn how." With a chuckle, she gives another shrug. "So now you know why I tend to worry and be overcautious a lot of the time. Why I'm other things…" She grins. "Well, who knows, really? Harpers can be a weird lot."

Sienna frowns as she listens, but she doesn't interrupt. Her eyes do follow Kyara's to her intact fingers though. Whole. Safe. In the end she nods, with a small smile. "No, not all boys are like that. Not all men are like that, either," she murmurs. "I'm glad he taught you. There's a confidence that comes with knowing, I'm sure?" She's guessing, since she doesn't know. "I've been hit before too, by a boy. Well. Man. So I know how that feels. That helpless feeling." Then she laughs, though it's soft and gentle. "So can greenriders," she teases with a wink.

Kyara snickers lightly. "Guess I must've been practicing for Impressing Lia without knowing, then," she returns, gaze casting down the shoreline for her lifemate before she nods. "There is a confidence, yes. The sort that comes from knowing what you're doing, a lot like us knowing we can handle what comes at us as riders." That confidence reflects in her gaze now. "I would've hit that canine, Sienna. If W'rin hadn't come along. I wouldn't have liked it, and I might've gotten hurt myself, but I would've turned its attention, at least." The commiseration over being hit has Kyara tilting her head questioningly, her eyes narrowing slightly. "How long ago? What did you do?"

Sienna nods. "I'm sure you would have," she says with a small grimace. "Oh, turns and turns ago. I was young. I taunted the wrong guy and he hit me for it." She shrugs dismissively. "I ran away, and that was the end of it."

Hmming a bit, Kyara stands, brushing herself off and offering Sienna a hand up. "Something I remember my grandfather saying once - 'you can judge the patience and heart of a man by his reaction to the folly of the young.' Even if you taunted him…he shouldn't've hit you." Her eyebrows lift, and she smiles gently. "But we both came through those things alright, it seems." She pulls a knife from her boot - the blade she came away with from among those Sienna gave them at graduation. "This," she says, balancing the knife on the flat across her finger, "is a fine blade for throwing, by the way. Here." She removes the knife she was throwing earlier with her other hand, passing it to Sienna. "Balance it like I'm doing."

Sienna grasps Kyara's hand and pushes to her feet, and she laughs. "That's a good quote. And no, he certainly shouldn't have. But yes, we came through them okay. All's well in the end, I suppose." But then it's lesson time and the AWLM silences, reaching out to take the knife and carefully balancing it on her finger, having to make a few tries before she gets it right.

Nodding once Sienna finds the balance point, Kyara grips her own blade at that point between thumb and forefinger, lightly curling the rest of her fingers around the blade and pointing at the stump with the handle, standing with her right foot back. "Always find that point, and it'll fly like it's supposed to and not cut you. In the beginning, sight your target with the handle, like this. See where your hand is in the air in front of it. Then pull the knife back near your ear and snap it out, trying to make your hand land in that same spot." Kyara demonstrates, and while this way of throwing is slightly weaker than what she was doing earlier, it is how one learns. How she learned. She gestures for Sienna to try now. "Don't worry about making it stick for now," she says with a grin. "Just hit the stump.”

Sienna frowns as she holds the knife like she's told. "How…do I make sure it doesn't cut me when it's spinning away from my hand?" she asks, not wanting to throw it just yet.

"The weight of the handle carries it straight away from you before it flips," Kyara reassures. "It'll spin, but only once or twice, and well away from you. At first, anyway." With a smirk, she adds, "You can try it from the handle first if you like, just to get a feel for it. But throwing from the blade is how you make sure the blade hits your target. Odd as it may seem."

Sienna continues to frown, the idea of throwing a knife from the blade not quite clicking with her. But she trusts Kyara, and she's seen her do it before, so she adjusts her stance and lifts the blade, holding it cautiously, and then flings it away. It spins a few times and falls well short. But at least she didn't cut herself!

Kyara marks the distance Sienna's knife flies and nods, quirking an eyebrow at her friend. "It went in a straight line and you felt when to let go. It's a start!" Then she laughs a bit, patting Sienna on the shoulder. "There were nerves in that throw, but that's fine. I mean, you're throwing a weapon, for Faranth's sake. They'll go. You can wear gloves, too, if you like. It doesn't feel the same, but knowing how to do it both ways is also good. And as for distance…" She shrugs, grinning. "I'll get you to snap your arm yet. That's what makes it. You've got the strength for it; you've just got to put it in the right place!"

Sienna laughs with a shrug, "Well yeah, it's my first time. Second, if I count throwing my cheese knife at that poor canine." She grimaces. "But yeah, that felt fairly…good," she admits with another little grin before she's moving forward to retrieve the blade. "So to make it go further do I just throw it harder?"

"Sort of," Kyara answers slowly. "It's more the momentum from speed. Faster. You're flicking." Her smile is a bit impish. "Ever snapped someone with a dishtowel? Same idea, just from a different angle."

Sienna laughs at that analogy, as it clicks well in her mind. "Yes. Yes I have." Returning to her place, she's about to throw again when Kehemath's head lifts with a soft rumble offered, and Sienna sighs. "I'm afraid I'll have to postpone the lesson. I'm being summoned to a meeting. But thank you for showing me. I'll seek you out again soon for another, okay?"

With a grin and a nod, Kyara takes back her knife and re-sheathes it. "Any time, Sienna," she returns, silently calling Liareth her way as she moves over to grab the other blade from the stump. "I'll see you later." And so the greenriders part ways for afternoon, each to their own tasks to complete before the day ends.

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