Into the NeverNever (ACCEPTING)

[.celestential.]

Noelia looked over at Puck, blinking in confusion. "No, I don't know why, but what does that have to do with this?" she asked.

[Actually.A.Herondale]

"Because we all know that it might be our last night. So we make it as fun of a night as we can, and when we go in to fight, we fight to the bery top of our ability, because we know that we have family or friends back home. And if we are going to die in battle, we want to die with the thought that we protected them and made a difference in the battle." Puck explained. "We fight like we already know the outcome of the war."

[.celestential.]

Noelia nodded. "Okay, and I understand that, but what does that have to do with me?" she asked.

[Actually.A.Herondale]

"You cant just decide you'll never be good and never try. We cant just decide that we'll die in battle the next day and not fight. This is your first time using a weapon." Puck took a bite of the apple and swung down from the tree, landing in front of her. He held up his left hand. "When I was first learning to fight, I used my left hand. They didnt like that, so they tied it behind my back and forced me to use my right. It almost got me killed. I spent more nights than I can count in a blood-stained bed to heal on my own. If I can go through all of that as young as I was, you can learn it now."
Puck never told much about his past. He never told anyone where he actually came from either. He never told anyone that he was not a fey by birth. He was born human, and had tried his hardest to show that he was worthy of being a knight, but instead was treated as a slave. They had tortured him during training, hopeing he would give up and go quietly into slavehood. Oberon had seem him one night, practicing with a sword with his left hand during the night when he should've been sleeping. The erlking had taken a liking to him, and adopted him. After spending many months in the Nevernever, he had slowly became a fey. For his safety, Oberon hadnt let Puck leave the palace grounds until he looked enough like a faery for it to be safe.

[.celestential.]

Noelia looked at Puck, not saying anything. She hadn't known anything that he had just told her, but she could tell that there was more he wasn't sharing. "I- I didn't know," she whispered.

[Actually.A.Herondale]

"You can learn. It will just take time." Puck said, holding his hand out for his dagger. "Now I can fight with both. But lets not let anyone else find out that I prefer my left, okay? They dont seem to like that idea very much."

[.celestential.]

Noelia handed the dagger back to Puck. "I won't tell anyone," she promised. "But why do they not like it so much? I don't see anything wrong with wanting to use your left hand."

[Actually.A.Herondale]

"I dunno. It's been frowned upon by so many differernt people, that the reason has long sense been forgotten." Puck shrugged, slipping the dagger back into it's hidden sheath.

[.celestential.]

"Oh. Well I don't tell anyone, don't worry," Noelia replied. "Are we done trying to teach me how to fight for tonight?" she asked.

[Actually.A.Herondale]

"For now, yeah. I need to move my feet a little more right now. Sitting still is boring." Puck nodded