Chapter 10: Lyanna
"No, you don't hold the knife like that." I said for what felt like the millionth time. It was nearly impossible to teach Elwynn to hold a knife correctly. Even after a decent breakfast, she's still whining on and on about being hungry. I groaned and looked at Elwynn, who was holding the knife by her fingertips causing the knife to dangle and sway.
"Elwynn, you're not going to catch anything with that knife if you don't hold it by the handle." I try to keep the annoyance out of my voice as I grabbed her hand and wrapped her stiff fingers around the handle. "You're fifteen after all."
Elwynn mumbled something under her breath, which sounded something like, "And what you're going do about it." I snapped my head around and turned to glare at her. She instantly cowered under my gaze and I sighed again. Perhaps I'm too harsh on her…
"Lyanna, how long do we have to do this for?"
"Until you know how to throw the knife at that spot I marked about two or three steps away from you."
Elwynn gave a groan and raked her fingers through her hair and turned to face the spot I marked in the dirt. She holds the handle more firmly this time; narrowing her eyes, she threw the knife at the spot, only missing it by an inch. I raised an eyebrow and gave her a small smile. "Not bad, not bad at all..." Glancing towards the horizon, the skies tinged with violet. Night's coming.
I might review and redo this one later, I suppose i could have made it a little more detailed...