[ Whatever answer Lirael was preparing dies in her lips when she realizes who is she talking to. Way too young, but it's impossible not to recognize the person she admires the most, even if she's younger than herself. Coughing to collect herself, Lirael stands up; her own set of bells and Remembrancer tools lie inside her backpack on the bench, where her own sword sticks out of. ]
I'm- my name is Lirael.
[ The golden hand is glaringly mechanical, but it moves with the deftness of one made of flesh. Still, the handshake is brief. Lirael can't focus on proper social practices right now. ]
no subject
I'm- my name is Lirael.
[ The golden hand is glaringly mechanical, but it moves with the deftness of one made of flesh. Still, the handshake is brief. Lirael can't focus on proper social practices right now. ]
I am the current Abhorsen in training.