Post by Angelique on Apr 12, 2012 12:07:41 GMT -8
A road not found on maps, a road less traveled or not at all without the eyes to see. A chance encounter in a teahouse, a fast friend made, a sister acquired and the hedge opens to reveal a hidden fork in the road. Along the road a sign post, a father's gift of knowledge, a family earned. The fork of perfection gained; and the dance, all for the dance of steel the grace, beauty and deadly precision of the dance of steel. As a child Laeldril Do’ghym spun daggers on their tips watching, counting the glint of light reflected off the blade with each revolution. In her mind seeing herself spin in the light, dancing with the dagger, knowing perfection. The dance to mesmerize her prey, to take its life before the dance was done; to be one with the blade stronger, faster better than all else. Who knew that perfection was not found in the light but in the shadows?