Leiendra started off a bit ahead of her mistress, alongside the others.   The thundrous roar of the crowds made nearly deafened her sensetive ears..  but nevertheless she jogged foreward and lept into the air, letting forth a high pitched whistle as her hand slipped to her dagger and flung it above her about fifteen feet.<br/><br/>Quickly she jogged away from the carpet, glancing above her, watching the dagger carefully. With a careful timing she lept after its descent, snatching it from the wind. She landed with a bit of a spin upon one foot, swooping down low as she cut a crecent into the ground with its blade.  She pulled it up sharply after the cresent, drawing sharply upward a small geyser of dirt and sand above it.<br/><br/>With each step she bounced as she backed away from the dirt, dagger held high in the air, grasped tightly by her leathered hand. She turned back toward the sorceress, to follow her mistress through those last steps approaching the throne.  Perched between two fingers, her dagger was pushed back into the loose scabbard, and her hand fell down to her hip aside of it.<br/><br/>Leiendra took a deep breath and softly fell to her knees aside of Aelin as they stepped before the sorceress. Her hands clasped themselves together tightly and she bowed, face mere iinches from the ground. "I am only Aelin's, but I will never dishonor you, Sorceress. I will do my best to impress you both."    Leiendra rose quickly, leaning back a bit as she watched out at the sorcerer.  She could not hide the awe she felt toward the woman, different from her msitress, almost indescribable.   Slowly the young elven girl leaned to the side, resting the side of her head upon Aelin's thigh. Though never did her eyes once leave the sorceress.