Azrael felt a tad rebuked when Aleksandra suddenly shifted her attention, but he hadn't interacted with anyone for some time. Maybe many people were cold. Either way, his hand strayed to the hilt of his blade, a nervous habit. His fingers roamed across the almost scaled texture of the handle. "Good, I have questions that maybe only another Elementalist could answer. Find me when you have some free time," the boy requested with a friendly smile and a small nod of respect. Azrael wondered at the other students, so different in their behaviors and powers. He wondered how Aleksandra channeled her powers to make the elements, when he had to use their source to conjure them. Perhaps learning other arcane arts would help him in this pursuit.

It was no wonder this was the place the Spirits recommended. Silently, he interwove his fingers together, closed his eyes, and sent a prayer for good fortune to his Masters. He could feel their energy flow into him, a warm feeling of connection that said that he would never be alone, even if he made no connections in this place. He knew his powers were just starting to grow as he aged. He hoped this school would unlock his potential, and his weapon's. While the assembly was underway, he listened to the introductions of other students as he slipped into a half trance, a practice that helped him absorb more magicka. The room was awash with different energies and it was almost overwhelming! Yet, Azrael's strength may have been less than others, his talent was refined and very controlled, allowing him to separate his own mana pool from the others.