“Yeah, I still do.” Coffee grinned, tempted to show off the knives she always carried but deciding against it. “I do a bit on street corners for extra money. And to draw a crowd.” She chuckled slightly. “Almost since I could walk. As soon as they didn’t think I would accidentally cut my arm off. It’s not too hard, it’s more about not being afraid of hurting yourself.” She shrugged. “I try to teach my friends, they haven’t quite gotten the hang of it.”
“I’m glad to see you’ve managed to keep all of your limbs,” she smiled humorously. Istra admired Coffee, though it might not have shone in her eyes or tone. It took a great deal of courage to do what Coffee and her family did, unlike dancing.
Coffee laughed, shifting the papers in her arms. “It’s a minor miracle, considering how many times I dropped a knife while learning. My brother had it worse, he did sword tricks. I still can’t believe he didn’t lose anything.” And with how many kids her family had, it was an even bigger miracle there had been no serious injuries among any of them. “Hey, where were you headed? I can walk you there and see if I find a better spot to sell?”
