Lilia vows to be careful around this one. It felt strange to speak this calmly with one of his kind. A flash of some of the demons he'd cut down in the early days of the war flits through his mind as Cater outstretches his hand, in offering of a handshake. Their blood on his hands, the horrifying image of his own slain people, a mix of demon and fae blood staining his face and armor--
Could things really change?
"I know of you. We share several of the same courses... I'm surprised that you remember my name. For a first year, you seem to be quite popular. I've heard your name thrown around by second and third years, even."
The hand isn't left hanging. Lilia carefully takes Cater's hand into his own, giving him a firm handshake - maybe too firm. Oops. "I'm quite fond of music, yes! I used to sing to someone every night to get them to sleep... though of course, those were just lullabies, nothing as extravagant as any other genre. The ways music has changed and shifted over..." Don't say the last few centuries-- "The last few years has been a wonder to watch."
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Could things really change?
"I know of you. We share several of the same courses... I'm surprised that you remember my name. For a first year, you seem to be quite popular. I've heard your name thrown around by second and third years, even."
The hand isn't left hanging. Lilia carefully takes Cater's hand into his own, giving him a firm handshake - maybe too firm. Oops. "I'm quite fond of music, yes! I used to sing to someone every night to get them to sleep... though of course, those were just lullabies, nothing as extravagant as any other genre. The ways music has changed and shifted over..." Don't say the last few centuries-- "The last few years has been a wonder to watch."