[Areka D'Rinishad]

Areka watched on as the the daggers emitted from Serion's hands. It was interesting but not what she would choose to learn. She rather deal with the dark arts. Necromancy, that is what she had overheard her father talking about one brightening outside with his friends. The things Areka heard from that conversation bound with her mind and heart and ever since she wished to learn the art. Maybe she would get the chance to ask Serion or Faust about the magic before she left for Herozzal.

Areka took her two daggers, holding her own in her left hand and the one Serion gave her in the right. She watched and took in the details of how Serion was holding the magical daggers and she listened carefully to the words he spoke. She then allowed for Faust to fix her faults trying to retain the information he gave about the small changes.

"My left." She replied as she twisted her hands around seeing where each finger had fallen on the daggers and allowing herself, for the time being, to commit the feeling of awkwardness to memory.