Just one bite

Kea nodded vigorously, determined to show his father he understood the danger. He didn’t, really. He’d never seen a blade cut flesh before, but he was willing to believe it if it allowed his father to give him a little more trust. At the ringing of his claw to the blade, Art reassured him, and picked up the blade. Kea gasped as his father smacked the blade against the workbench. He jumped up and peered at the blade, only to find it completely unbalanced. “Cool!” He said, and it was lucky his father set the blade back out of reach, or the temptation to start smacking it against any available surface might have proven too much for him.

He eyed the dagger longingly for a few more moments, before tearing away his gaze to see what his father was going for. Art brought a new sword over. The design on this one like a breeze over water. At the singing sound it made, Kea giggled and clicked his own claw to the metal, making it sing again. “Why is this one different, dad?”


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