"I can be reasonably sure you're not asking me to stab you," Vax told her, slipping Whisper neatly back into its sheath and setting his plate aside on one table.
"That's a sturdy little pig-sticker," he smiled, the expression showing pleasantly surprised that the unassuming baker woman had that in back of her apron the whole while. He looked at how she held it, reaching carefully to hold the hilt in the one hand and rearrange her fingers just slightly with the other. He gave her wrist a bit of a firm wiggle to loosen her up. "Lead with your index and thumb for throwing," her tapped those first digits. "But follow through with the whole of your arm," he took his hand back to pat at his own elbow and shoulder. He demonstrated the empty-handed gesture he'd use to toss the dagger at an unsuspecting pie plate on another table. Not that he was recommending she start throwing sharp things in close quarters...
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"That's a sturdy little pig-sticker," he smiled, the expression showing pleasantly surprised that the unassuming baker woman had that in back of her apron the whole while. He looked at how she held it, reaching carefully to hold the hilt in the one hand and rearrange her fingers just slightly with the other. He gave her wrist a bit of a firm wiggle to loosen her up. "Lead with your index and thumb for throwing," her tapped those first digits. "But follow through with the whole of your arm," he took his hand back to pat at his own elbow and shoulder. He demonstrated the empty-handed gesture he'd use to toss the dagger at an unsuspecting pie plate on another table. Not that he was recommending she start throwing sharp things in close quarters...