Summer 14, 516AV
To her it always seemed that although her sisters, extraordinarily gifted in the sai and suvai, never quite understood the danger held in this world. Tap did not either, of course, she had never left the paradise called the White Isle. But she liked to think she at least understood the fact that Mizahar had dangers unbeknownst to her.
She told herself that if she ever wished to get out of Mura and travel far somewhere else she would need to know at least a little to defend herself. And so a while back the lay Konti woman went and bought herself a shiny new dagger. The weapon was surprisingly cheap, but that was not the reason she chose such a blade. She could, of course, have had gone with the classic weapon of her people, the suvai, that was more dangerous after the fact with its poison rather than its pierce. But Tap could not see herself following so closely behind so many other Konti before her. She chose the dagger because it was small, unassuming and she figured she could easily acquire it anywhere. Tap could also not see herself brandishing a huge, silvery longsword or anything large like that. Sher preferred the light way the dagger fit into her hand. How, when underwater, it did not restrict her movement , and how it could be swiftly hidden in her sleeve.
She had procured the weapon almost and entire season ago but had not taken any time to teach herself how to use it until now. She realized the would probably need to be properly trained to get truly anywhere in wielding the weapon but she felt she could at least teach herself the basics.
So here she was, standing awkwardly just inside the edge of Silverwood forest facing a rather large tree. Looking at the tree was somewhat imposing with the thought that she didn't really even know the correct way to hold the weapon in her hand. Right now she held the small knife, her fist clasped over the hilt, the blade facing directly in front of her, pointing at the tree. For some reason this didn't feel right. Her wrist didn't feel as if it had full and normal mobility. And when she moved it she tarted to worry that if she hit something the pressure put on the blade would transfer to her wrist and hurt the muscles as it was freed to bend the wrong way. And so, uncomfortable with this position she fondled the knife into a different stance. This time the dagger was still in her hand, fist grasping the entire hilt. But now she blade went parallel to her wrist and up her arm, blade facing away from her skin of course. Tap felt a little better about this position. She felt as she moved her arm and wrist that it had more capability now. With the previous position it felt like she would stab someone with enough force. Though this one seemed better for slashing than actual stabbing. She wondered which the dagger was actually meant to do and if she was anywhere close to correct.
