Dancing with the past

A gentle life sounded dull, weird, like a thousand tiny deaths. What good was this gentle life if any trouble that inevitably came knocking on your door ended your life early? Maybe she should pay a visit and show them what a soft life was worth.

The grin that played over Xina's lips was a genuine smirk back. The other girl's words made Xina think. Make them pay for not mourning her brother? Huh, she hadn't thought of that.

"I like the way you think." She mused, lifting her pretty face for Celestia to get a better look at it, gently pursing her lips and fluttering her lashes for emphasis.

Xina bounded after the two knives she threw, retrieving them and bringing them back to Cele. Since her mother was a master at knife play she knew a thing or two about proper handling.

"All right, first things first, always use the handle and never try to catch a knife. You can try knocking it away if it's thrown at you, with something else, or dodge it. But never try to catch one." She started and offered the knives out for Celest to choose one.

"speech"