Post by Reymayla Baxton on Jan 27, 2011 21:45:57 GMT -5
Up in a tree branch right next to her own home sat Rey, she was focused on a single object in her hand. Her dagger stretched out before her as she worked on sharpening it, Rey could spend hours on this simple task but she wanted it to fit her standards. What good was a weapon if you didn’t know how to take proper care about it? There was more to a blade then one could assume, there was the balance and length of the blade. It needed to feel right in her hands, she could sense when the blade was not sharp. She’d held it so many times, and knew every inch of it. Her eyes lingered over it, checking every angle looking for any sign of imperfection.
Her right leg swung lazily to the side of the branch as the rest of the village went about their daily activities. She had no wish to be among them, it was far too loud and this was more important. At least that’s how Rey saw it. She was the lone villager of the group, she went places only when she wanted to. The council knew this about her, but always seemed distracted by the other dangers in the forest. If Rey wasn’t as useful they’d probably be very cross. But she always had something to bring to the table, information that always helped. When it came to meetings Rey took her time, especially when she was onto something in the forest.
Shrill cries rang out somewhere below, a small child was crying at the loss of a toy. Rey let out a small whistle to catch the small ones eye, they looked up almost instantly. At first he had forgotten all about his toy, he seemed mesmerized at how high up in the tree she was. Rey set down her dagger and held up her finger telling the child to wait, from her leather bag she withdrew an apple and tossed it down to the kid. It was the only thing she had on her and Rey couldn’t stand the thought of some child crying. Then he walked off pleased at what Rey had given him, Rey smiled to herself and then went back to work on her dagger. “Just another day…” Then she began to hum a low song that her mother used to sing.
Her right leg swung lazily to the side of the branch as the rest of the village went about their daily activities. She had no wish to be among them, it was far too loud and this was more important. At least that’s how Rey saw it. She was the lone villager of the group, she went places only when she wanted to. The council knew this about her, but always seemed distracted by the other dangers in the forest. If Rey wasn’t as useful they’d probably be very cross. But she always had something to bring to the table, information that always helped. When it came to meetings Rey took her time, especially when she was onto something in the forest.
Shrill cries rang out somewhere below, a small child was crying at the loss of a toy. Rey let out a small whistle to catch the small ones eye, they looked up almost instantly. At first he had forgotten all about his toy, he seemed mesmerized at how high up in the tree she was. Rey set down her dagger and held up her finger telling the child to wait, from her leather bag she withdrew an apple and tossed it down to the kid. It was the only thing she had on her and Rey couldn’t stand the thought of some child crying. Then he walked off pleased at what Rey had given him, Rey smiled to herself and then went back to work on her dagger. “Just another day…” Then she began to hum a low song that her mother used to sing.