As fate would have it or by the blessings of the gods, whichever one believed and had faith in the most, Araia was an intelligent young woman and immediately took to understanding the explanation that the Archmage Kos gave her concerning her question with the levitation spell. Her head nodded three times, and on occasion there was a whisper of a 'mmm hmmm' or an 'I see' or an 'excellent' from her as her mind manipulated the information given to her, comprehended it to her fullest ability, and neatly stored it into a compartment that was unoccupied by anything, yet magic knowledge and spells would now be stored there.  “I do understand, yes,” She commented and furrowed her brow as she fell into deeper thoughts. As she apologized for rambling and plaguing the Archmage with her inquisitiveness, something that her father always had frowned upon, something that he told her would never attract a man to her, Araia's lip trembled. The Archmage Kos chided her, perhaps properly so, perhaps well warranted,  yet Araia was unused to anger or more precisely, unused to displeasing and disappointing another person, and her eyes immediately looked downcast at her small feet. She would soon forget about asking whom Leya was, distracted by the wizard's harsh words, and the young woman sniffled for a moment as she pondered whether or not to have a rebuttal for the Archmage.<br/><br/>“I must apologize for upsetting you because, well, certainly, I did not mean to,” Araia began, and looked at him while her fingers idly caressed the book on demons. She gave little thought to her fidgeting, and continued.  “My father always told me that I was too inquisitive for my own good. As a child,  I craved to know things that seemed to frustrate both my tutors and my parents particularly father. He told me that no man wishes for an intelligent woman especially if she is more so than he, and since no man seemed interested in marrying me now that I am of age, and my curious nature and intelligence is at fault for that according to my father, then I am to learn magic as my duty to my family to strengthen the overall position in society for them.” Araia drew out the book on demons from the shelf and opened it, yet did not look at it.  “I personally think of him as inane, but he can wield a cane well, and I'd rather not experience another flogging of that nature, any nature really.” Araia confided to the Archmage, and embarrassed, the young woman looked to the opened page before her. Her nose wrinkled, and she turned the book this way and that way trying in a curious nature before she realized what indeed the picture was about. Her face flushed crimson, and she closed the book.  “I do not believe that he has conceived the idea that I will be the one with power once my education with  you is complete.”<br/><br/>She tucked the book underneath her arm as she peered about as if memorizing the room in which they stood in, and then she gazed upwards to where the stairs disappeared into darkness and were devoured by shadows that slithered forth from nowhere in particular. She laughed, something of an airy melody, on hearing his last words as she began to ascend the stairs.  “Curiosity kills the cat,” Araia stated and smiled at the Archmage.  “Lucky for me then that cats have nine lives.”