“Heya!” Indigo, holy shit. He waves excitedly. “Someone new!! How exciting!!” He sticks out his hand for a handshake, “I’m Indigo!”
A hand raised up to meet his, albeit rather reluctantly. They grabbed his hand and shook it once- their eyes carefully studying the figure in front of them, remaining wary.
“…Fenice.” A faint voice, almost a whisper, is their answer. They hope he wouldn’t take this the wrong way.
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“Guess we’re pretty similar! I know some magic–” Poof! There’s some glowing, lilac, geometric shapes. How useful. “–and I’m a confusing mess!” The shapes linger in the air, bumping into each other and occasionally tangling into messes.
They're pretty amazed; surprised, too. First, attempting to suppress a laugh at his adition to their previous statement. Second, taking their time to admire his magic. "It's really pretty."
"Mine's really not all that special but-" raising their hand, a small flame appears on it, hovering over their palm. They extend their hand out to Indigo so they can see it a bit closer, since he seemed to be liking the warmth.
