The instant that Onyxiya's teeth pricked her skin, Rilika clenched her fists. In one hand she held a handful of fabric from her jacket, in the other she felt the comforting, smooth handle of a --<br/>Rilika's eyes shot to her right hand and she saw that her instinct got the better of her. A dagger as white as her cane laid in her hand, made from her magic. It vanished as quick as it appeared; she had no intention of using it on her present company. She opened her hands and dug her fingers in the chair instead. Her heart was pounding, mainly out of guilt that she had almost attacked her.<br/>When Onyxiya moved away, she forced herself to calm down and get control over herself. She focused on her leg. She wiped her knee pit with her fingers and pulled her trouser leg down, cleaning her fingers on it simultaneously. That was not enough distraction to stop feeling the guilt, so she stared at Onyxiya, barely able to wait for what she had to say. What had she tasted, what did she learn? Rilika got overflown by curiosity and hope. She couldn't wait and impatiently said: "So? What can you tell me about it?"<br/>