“But… honestly? It seems like a bad idea to me. I mean, it entirely depends on what it’s made from, how long it is, the weight, the nature of combat… lots of things. Maybe it would work for you. Dunno. I’d be afraid that it would snag on something, or the enemy would grab hold of it.”
Wow.
Isolde had not thought of that. Actually, she really hadn't thought any of it through, not in detail. It had just been an idle idea. And now it was one she knew to dump as soon as possible, before she got to thinking that her imagined upsides were better than the truthful downsides.
Because seriously. She could just see it, now that Fallon had pointed it out. Someone taking hold of the leash and wrapping it around their hand, reeling her in. That would keep her locked in close, unable to flee or effectively dodge. Maybe she wouldn't lose her dagger, but she could end up losing a lot more if she made the wrong move.
Okay. So, uh. No dagger leash.
Aloud she said, putting a palm to the back of her neck, twirling the dagger embarrassedly in the other, "O-Oh. Y-Yeah. I, uh. I see what you m-mean there. P-Probably not a good idea, after all. Th-Thanks for your help." Now she probably looked stupid, overlooking that one fatal flaw, but what could she say? She was not an inexperienced fighter. It was better to ask these questions of someone who could say something definitive on the matter, than it was to simply go running off hand-in-hand with her imagination and only think of the assets of such an idea. And then to pay for that lapse in judgment later, during an actual fight.
“So did you want another bout? Or are you okay for now?”
The Nuit readied herself in response, falling back into position, dagger outstretched. That was, before she saw Fallon rolling her shoulders, rubbing at her joints, sighing.
Oh. Oh, yes. For someone who thought commonly about how different she was from others --a painful truth that slapped her in the face multiple times upon any given day-- she had certainly forgotten to be considerate of the limits of others. Fallon was tired. Isolde understood tired, of course, having once been alive. The only exhaustion she felt these days was that of the mind. But yes. She noticed the symptoms. As she did, she eased back out of her stance, hesitated... and then tied the dagger to her waist.
"Nah. I-I'm good, for now. Wouldn't want to overdo it. Y-You gave me a lot t-to think about, and even a d-different style of st-stance to consider. Th-Thank you." She bobbed her head in an acknowledgement of respect and gratitude, clasping her hands in front of her... then blinked, suddenly, and said, "Oh! I almost f-forgot. I need to pay you. F-For the lesson. W-What would you like? D-Does 10 gold Mizas sound like f-fair compensation?" She began rummaging in her pockets, searching out her money, hoping she'd find some coins without having to go excavating through her knapsack like she normally did.
OOCI'm thinking that this could be my last post, if you don't mind. If Fallon wants gold after all, Isolde will be willing, of course, to hand over 10 GM. If not, thank you so much for taking the time to thread, and teach Isolde a bit about her chosen weapon!
