MEMORY FAILS A GOD,

ONE.  lilith is being written in respect to the events in the conquest route; she died at the hands of a faceless when protecting corrin. except the only twist on this is that as she was dying, after she and corrin exchanged last words, lilith is summoned to askr. it is because she “died” in her human form that allowed her to be summoned in that form; moro granting her better control of it as respect for her sacrifice.

TWO.  until corrin and lilith speak on changing it, lilith will not introduce herself as corrin’s younger half-sister. she will only say that she is corrin’s attendant. liable to change in the future, as well as when she has a word with anankos.

the only characters i suspect of already knowing this secret would be: corrin, kana ( depends on mun ), anankos, alfonse, and sharena ( since alfonse and sharena have access to the stories of every fire emblem world, i’m pretty sure that they know that lilith is corrin’s sister. she most likely asked for her secret to be kept, though ).

THREE.  i would like to write lilith in her dragon form once in a while! it is safe to say that she does not regularly change into it unless she’s comfortable with her surroundings. with this being said, lilith also does not walk. she floats! will prefer floating over walking unless someone around her wishes for her to speak to them on the ground. also, i’ll cover this in the same note, but she has the ability to communicate with animals through telepathy. use this as you will in threads with a character’s mount.

FOUR.  small note that is elaborating the third, lilith does not hide the fact that she is a dragon. will happily answer any questions revolving her dragon form, unless they begin to question ties between her form and her homeland.

MISSION TASKBOARD: Those pursuing the investigation into this town’s “werewolf” have a nasty surprise on their hands—Two of them, in fact. One would be that you have accidentally (unfortunately) stumbled on exactly what you’re looking for: a half-man, half-wolf beast bent over its prey, tearing into its chest with gusto. When the monster catches sight of your group, it lunges towards you with gnashing teeth and tearing claws. A mage would surely make quick work of it… if it were not for the second nasty surprise, which comes at the cost of one of your allies’ life when a simple Fire spell fails to ignite. In fact, none of your magics work in this world, Black, Dark, White or otherwise. Without a physical weapon to your name, you’ll need to think fast if you want to make it out of here with all your limbs intact. [ GRANTS GAUNTLETS +1 ]  

WHEN REALITY BENDS AND SCENARY CHANGES, lilith comes to the realization that keeping herself afloat becomes harder than usual.  invisible weight pushes down on her body, persistent at the idea of keeping her stuck to the ground.  it’s a weight that she almost tempts, yet still, she knows that the moment her knees press against the ground, she will not rise back up anytime soon.  so, with that fact, she continues to hover before the group, closer to earth enough so slight brushes of contact are permitted.

“   we should take a rest soon,   ”   one of the students   —   jamie   —   says, holding the lantern she has higher as a gesture.  powered not by magic but oil.   “   we’ve been traveling for a while now and there’s no sight of the creature.   ”

lilith nods, although not too eager to settle down as deep as they are in the forest.  small clearings spread in the spaces between trees, both those that stand and those that have been cut down but nature or mankind.  it’s here, on the thick roots growing out of the ground, where the group is led to rest.  lilith remains still, offering a hand out to hold the lantern while everyone else gathers to settle down.  equipment is checked over and water is passed around   —   lilith smiles to hinoka as she sets a bottle into her hand, a small nod being made towards the queen.

“   are you alright?   ”   she asks, hovering near hinoka with slight concern muted within golden irises.  after a pause, lilith’s smile softens,   “   you didn’t have to join us, but you did so... thank you, milady.   ”

a tilt of her head.  it had been unusual standing beside that of a queen, standing beside family, nonetheless.  though, would hinoka consider her as such?  would the title of sister be enough?  the blood of family heritage that flows underneath hinoka’s skin is not the same as lilith’s; does she want it to be?  lilith opens her mouth to speak up again,

a scream is all that is echoed.  lilith stiffens, canteen of water slipping from her hands and hitting the ground near her bag.  the scream is not her own.  the voice is not hers.  when lilith turns around, her hearing is tested by the crack of limbs and the stutter of flames.  jamie’s screaming, yes, but it is not her voice that sings the loudest.  there’s a howl.  a howl.

“   WEREWOLF!   ”   is what a student yells out before the flames within his hands fail to sputter into something fuller.  something alive.  the lack of magic in the air brings lilith to a stilling freeze.  her hands twitch and she watches as claws of beast sink into skin of man.  it’s then that she catches the fleeting gaze of bloodshot eyes.  a gaze that leaves her and moves to her side—

hinoka.

impulse drags lilith before she can realize what her body does.  beast shrieks, lunging forward to snag hinoka in between its snapping jaw.  lilith moves to the side and utilizing gravity over hover, slams her boots against the beast’s side, gathering enough momentum to send it rolling a few yards away.  bewildered godling looks back to where jamie has run over to hinoka, gesturing for them to run.  lilith can only make an attempt before claws dig into her shoulders and her back is pressed against the earth, her feet against the beast’s chest remain the only barricade keeping her face away from an eager set of teeth.

“   hinoka—   ”   a grunt slips, lilith’s knees tremble.   “ —run!!  go with the others!   ”

WITH A CURIOUS NOD, lilith thinks back to the figure in question.  the man of little words yet a voice of founded confidence.  or, it is a virtue that lilith imagines.  she has yet to hear him talk.  letizia is correct, though.  volug is a hybrid... unless there is a different, more accurate term for it.  astral dragons wield the ability to speak without words, instead pushing their voice within the recipient’s mind.  it is an ability they utilize towards harmony with animals.  would it help her and volug interact properly?

even if not, godling wishes for the validation of someone else, someone outside of blood and valla’s honor   —   she nods to letizia’s command.  bowing her head slightly in respect, lilith ignores the feeling that twists in her chest at the familiarity of being under an order.   “   yes, ma’am.  i will try my best.   ”   and with that, she hovers out of the office, smoothing the front of her uniform with warm palms.

botanical headcanons — ( always accepting ! )

THERE ARE TWO MOMENTS that are the bravest. but no matter which moment, lilith learns from memory and practice. with both moments, she learns to trust her instinct and act on what her heart tells her to do. she was always courageous, she simply doubted what would come of the results if she acted out on bravery and not reason. from then on, she puts herself out there, past her doubts and wherever reason argues with her bravery.

ONE.

when lilith wavered and refused to kill anankos’ human form. with anankos’ strength and blessing, she would have easily been able to strike his human form down and do it without hesitation. it’s because of her bravery that made her listen to him. that made her allow her will to destroy waver and fade. it is the day where she began to doubt her courage; otherwise, if she had ignored bravery and followed reasoning, she would have killed anankos’ human form and served forever as his dragon’s servant. until hoshido and nohr fell to valla’s voice. but she didn’t.

TWO.

when lilith threw herself into the chasm after corrin. she didn’t have proper control of her dragon form. she knew that if she failed, she and corrin would have died. acting as a coward because of her own safety would have gotten her nowhere— she’d be placed with another promise broken and another corpse in her arms. so, without knowing whether or not the transformation would succeed, or knowing if the astral plane would allow corrin to pass through, lilith fell into the chasm after corrin and prayed that her bravery would pay off one final time.

botanical headcanons — ( always accepting ! )

THE MESSAGE would be desperate, silk words pressed into the final breaths of her lungs.  two messages, two last moments with those certain people.

— to CORRIN LÚNGWÒHNG - DRAGMIRE.

“ i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i can’t apologize enough to mean it how i should but i hope that me leaving you behind helps in everyway that i couldn’t when i was alive. i couldn’t tell you how much i loved you and i know that my sacrifice might seem selfish but i swear that i would take another breath if you wished for it. you saved me when we were younger and now i have paid back your kindness. thank you for everything... sister... and i’m so sorry for leaving. ”

[ ... ]

— to ANANKOS.

“ i loved you, but i do not miss you. i know that corrin will have valla restored to its natural state once more; yes, neither of us will be a part of it. i am not proud to call you my father and this must be mutual; i was never your daughter by heart, only by blood. but... thank you for showing me how to bend gold at my will. i know how it feels to be fed praise and fruit now... ”

ALTERNATE UNIVERSE ; in askr / heroes, with fallen lilith

FAILURE WAS NOT AN OPTION, but to deal with the irritation that knightly voices leave... it’d be senseless on her part.  priority rests in the fruit of development, finding a path back home or bringing king anankos’ voice here.  where it prosper outside of her mind; the depths of delusion and madness.  maybe it is this, then, that prompts lilith’s minor cooperation with the askran knight; they who seem too delighted at the lack of reluctance that lilith puts up against the idea, now.

boots click against the ground, solid and rushing to reach the posted destination.  the sound makes lilith scoff, her heels hovering over the earth beneath them.  proper positioning for one of her blood.  the magic that keeps her up and moving is only a reminder of king anankos’ gift to her.  his blessing sculpted into the feast of his hand, his word, praise and favor.  it is a motivation helping her to remember that there is another lilith here.  that she, as well as the summoner, are only distractions that must be dealt with.  that will be dealt with.

“   i promise that you would not be called forth unless we had reasoning... although,   ”   the askran knight pauses, glancing nervously back at where lilith floats behind them,   “   you are a hero of the order, so you would have to be present for the mission.. one way or another.   ”

crimson eyes squint at them,   “   your voice is annoying me.  i will not be commanded by some coward dressed in paper armor and pathetic will.   ”   it is all that they share in the form of words before the trip takes to silence.   (   if you listen hard enough, you can hear gold hit rough pavement; the ground of a place somewhere under.  you do not know the source.   )

the mission in thought is merciful, truly.  it is possible that askr has given forth this mission to rid itself of these pitiful excuses; heroes, as they would call themselves.  it is an amusing term.  heroes that have not sacrificed enough.  heroes that have not served under the right hand of judgment.  the mission is fit for them, a reason behind a slaughter.  venture out into enemy territory and rescue the scouting team that was shot down during the retreat.  if they are alive.  deep down, she hopes that they are not.  reason behind the slaughter, she remembers.

it is a mission, an excuse, a deal of incompetence and—

“   i refuse,   ”   lilith says, immediate and unwavering.  before her and the askran knight stands two figures of the order; a male knight... and a hero.  there is little that stops the glare from settling in her gaze, directed only at the hero, assuming a victim of a pawn.   “   i’ll do this mission alone.  they’ll only slow me down.   ”

“   you can’t,   ”   the male askran knight says, turning from the hero and raising a brow at lilith,   “   this is your partner for the mission.  i’m nathan; will be leading you two to the front since i’m familiar with the territory.   ”

hesitation simmers into resentment, lilith does not move her gaze.   “   i was not asking for my refusal.  i was telling you of it.   ”   the glare dulls and neutrality holds her expression,   “   unless you’d like to die, pawn.  i’ll watch you till your last breath is drawn, if so.   ”

misc action memes — ( au ; pre - fe14 timeline ) ( mentions of implied starvation & child neglect )

HIS VOICE CARRIES HER like the breeze of wind pushing petals to hover above ground.  around them, the cave crumbles at the mighty hand of anankos’ word.  orders of imposter figures and heroes sent to force peace down the throats of the army.  when lilith roars the command, the army moves forward   —    wisps of their bodies act as weapons and pawns.  spawning from the delusion of her very purpose.  fuel to the fire when the three heroes shrink back at first glance, all knowing of the failure that would become of their bones and muscles once she struck them.  it would only take one hit.  one hit to end it all.  one hit and she would be able to feast by anankos’ hand.

“   you...   ”   is what slips from her clenched teeth, falling from bruised lips.  lilith’s claws sink into the ground, where the remnants of her failure have spread their ashes.  the man that stands before her is too human, too expecting.  she hates it.  hates him.  resentment sends her into a spiral already sculpted to fit her mind   —   heels push her off the ground as gold forms itself into the perfect blade.  bars melt into the tip of a sword.  lilith does not stutter even when this imposter refuses to evade her threat; gold slicing human skin too perfectly, too accurately.

blade cuts into his chest yet when he speaks, it is not in the form of a scream or yelp.  it is nothing but a phrase, a single sentence.

“   my beloved daughter... lilith,   ”

(   you do not want it to be true.  your heart aches to rip the name from his throat, tear his tongue out and crush it to dust.  you are not his.  you are not his but you were always something.   )

she cannot keep her hands from shaking, nor stall the crimson that fades from her irises; indeed, leaving only the natural hazel of a daughter.  not a vessel or pawn or warrior.  lilith whines at the drum that begins its enticing performance within her mind; the voice of disappointment.  resentment.  she will be hated.  she will be remembered as a failure.  father said that failures don’t deserve much but this imposter’s gaze...

nimble, bloodied fingers reach for her, combing through untamed locks of aqua hair, pushing back short bangs to show the sky the crystal pressed into her forehead.   (   why can you not remember how it felt to be touched?  why must you be so desperate, little godling?   )   his lips press against her forehead and the realization that this gesture should be familiar to her, loosens her grip.  golden blade clatters against the ground; useless, she thinks.  useless, she is.  useless, useless, useless,

and it is that word that becomes the beginning of the eulogy to her mind, her spirit, him.  because the cave crumbles and father reaches to strike her only seconds after imposter’s lips leave her forehead.  and she does not move.  does not argue against the claws that seek her out.  lilith does not argue when it is her turn to die.

childofvalla​:

He stepped back softly, not allowing himself to get too close. Surely he had caused her enough pain… right? But still, he was happy to see her. Even though it gave him more questions than answers. Questions that would likely never be answered, for he didn’t not remember why he was asking them, or what any answer could be.

“I… yes, but I do not know how… or why…” He wished he did, oh how dearly he wished that he had answers for her. But how was he supposed to? He did not even have answers for himself. His feet felt uncomfortable against the ground, shifting awkwardly beneath him. His heart fluttered to hear her call him father, though he did not miss the unease in her voice. He had failed her. ‘I’m sorry.’ A voice that did sound like his own - though it was certainly not Cadros’ - seemed to repeat those words in his head over and over, echoing until he heard nothing else.

“I’m sorry Lilith… for… for everything. I… I’m glad to see you though…” He did not know how it was possible for her to be here, but he really was glad that she was. His sweet daughter, his sweet darling little koi. How happy he was to see her.

“Have you… been well?”

UPSETTING, IS HIS PRESENCE.  upsetting it is, that lilith’s heart swells in her chest when anankos speaks.  she swallows and without pause, answers to the silence that clings to the trail of his sentence:

“   you died.   ”   but he should know this.  he was the one who died then, under the claws of a dragon’s fury.  he was the one who died in her place.  dark brows furrow at the hurt that presses into anankos’ face.  there is more than discomfort in her mind, but it is only distress that tenses her body.   “   you died,   ”   lilith repeats   —   maybe hoping that the words make more sense to her with each time they slip from her lips.   “   i saw you when you fell.  i... i h-held you...   ”   she remembers it as if the day had taken place just yesterday.  if she can look hard enough and allow her vision to blur with the stare, she can still see the art of his blood staining her hands.

her hovering falters and she lowers slightly to the ground, gaze wandering as she wipes her sleeve against her face.  there is nothing human about this greeting, nor the existence of both dragons here, but for now, lilith pretends.  she does not smile, but she wipes her tears and lets neutrality sink into her expression.  making a scene would do neither of them any good.   (   it would benefit you if words were spoken away from the public, near waters and clearings, but you cannot find an excuse as to why the idea makes your skin crawl and ears twitch.   )

“   you have been heard,   ”   and i forgive you, but the words stick in her throat, i forgive you and i still love you.

at first, lilith does not process the question.  it takes a moment for her expression to break and shock to darken her irises.   “   have i been... well?   ”   and realization reaches her before she has the time to act out.  the fact settles awfully in her head that he had died before she did.  his memory was not enough to dip into the reality that she had left that world the same as he did; indeed, the sacrifice they’ve made of themselves!  what an honor it was to follow the destiny of a corpse!

Corrin cannot place it. Perhaps in another life she may attribute such a thing to Hinoka or Takumi’s arrivals. Elise’s, even, although the reminder of Nohr is present enough in her husband’s nearness.

No, this is different. This goes beyond the Valla she knows now or the Krakenburg she knew before it. This is a feeling that Corrin has been acutely aware of since losing it. 

Lilith. 

Her friend, her guiding hand. Her little bird, as she had so proudly dubbed the wounded creature clutched in her arms that day–shown to Jakob in a fit of tears. Corrin had been young, then, still misshapen and frail. She had seen something so like her, had felt such a draw to the strange little being, and had sworn then to protect it with her life.

And she is home beyond just that. Their bond transcends the Northern Fortress and its confines. Lilith is her sister–her blood. A part of herself that Corrin had always resented, even before she had known exactly to what it tied her, made into something so wonderful.

“What are you doing here?” Her voice is watery already, hands cupping either of Lilith’s cheeks as though holding the most precious of porcelain. This is a different Corrin than the one that had flown through the hallways only so many hours prior as an excited child might. This is one with crimson eyes full of wonder and love and care. “I’ve missed you so much–you should have told me you were coming!”

SHE IS THE FIRST TO CRACK.  her throat always so quick to assume that its purpose is to burn and gather clunks of her voice.  the wind is generous, passing the scent of home within its breeze, along the tilt of branches and journey of petals lifting into the air.  human skin is easy to chill but it is not the wind that traces a shiver through her spine.  when she straightens her posture and catches the scent once more, it is with tears blurring her sight.  bewilderment at the familial scent, shocked that fate was right, that her embrace with kana had not been a passing memory.

just like her son, corrin barrels through the expanse of the monastery’s campus.  silver locks of hair sway wild behind her as she races   —   all lilith can do is watch.  pray that her mind was truly so kind as to gift her with this memory.   (   you do not want to remember the last time corrin had run at you.  the last time you had seen her face struck with such wonder and care; all for something that had slipped between her fingertips.   )

lilith wavers, heels pressed against the ground as her expression cracks into one of loss.  an open wound that had once been stitched but not healed.   “   corrin,   ”   she whispers, inhaling deeply to mask the cry that falls when corrin does not embrace her.  caring and cautious, but something is off.  something is wrong.  lilith blinks back tears, flushed face cupped in the hands of her sister.  caring and cautious, corrin is, but also reckless, always fighting wars that were not hers to fight.

when the words hit her, they hit her hard.  they knock her off balance; small fingers curling desperately around corrin’s wrist.  she almost staggers from where she’s standing.  almost.  and she would have let herself fall.

“   i...   ”   lilith tries to ignore the tears that slip from her eyes.  she tries to ignore how lovingly corrin stared down at her.   “   what... t-tell you...?   ”   it is impossible to ignore how pitiful her voice echoes out between them.  she should not be surprised, the fates are never too kind.  there is always a price, always a sentence of question.  if lilith’s memory was to regain breath then corrin’s would have faded.  taken the blow that lilith took for her.

(   it is similar to the pulling of string.  the knowledge that there will be an end to the line.  the memory in knowing when it will stop and you will have to tie the knot.   )

“   please no.. do you not.. remember?  i.. d-did conflict strike when i had fallen?   ”   her grip on corrin tightens.   “   h-had my sacrifice not been enough?   ”   because corrin’s lack of memory would mean that lilith had not done enough.  that she allowed herself eternal rest for no reason besides corrin to fall victim to another force of nature.   (   you do not trust the emotion that bubbles in your chest. YOU WERE NEVER AGAINST GETTING YOUR HANDS DIRTY.   )

( NOTES. content warning for mentions of past starvation, child neglect, death. )

childofvalla​:

starter for @astraeden

Anankos did not find himself venturing out of Abyss very often since he had arrived at the monastery, but he had to brave the outside world at some point. He could not hide away forever. And he’d had a desperate craving for a fruit that he could not find in Abyss’ markets no matter how hard he’d looked. A good enough reason to leave, he supposed. Not that it was going to be fun.

He tugged his hood over his face as he wandered through the village market, wanting to run back to the monastery and hide away again. He didn’t belong among the villagers happily laughing. He didn’t even know what he was looking for anymore, he just felt so… out of place!

It was then that his pointed ears caught the sound of familar laughter. Or he thought it was familar at least. He knew that voice though. He spun around so quickly he had almost thought that he’d given himself whiplash. He instantly found that blue hair, stained with tips of red. He found himself calling out to her before he knew what he was doing, his voice offering kind support, as if to tell Anankos that he needed to go to her.

“Lilith… my darling daughter. What are you doing here…?”

POINTED EAR TWITCHES AS SHE LAUGHS, holding her hand close to her lips as laughter spills from her throat.  the merchant’s son laughs with her, his arms on his stomach as his shoulders shake gently with mirth.  lilith adores this, the signs of pleasant joy that reaches the both of them.  the joke had not been very funny; in fact, it was more awkward than humorous, but he had laughed.  his joy only fueled the fire of her voice, the soft push and pull of her giggling.

“   i... i’m so sorry, i’ll take t-two of these baskets please!   ”   lilith says, through the fading fit of laughter that still clings to her voice.  the boy nods and, after receiving the currency necessary, prepares two baskets of fruits and pastries.  all packaged carefully to preserve and enjoy individually.  lilith bows her head and takes the baskets into her hands.  it isn’t as surprising when the boy embraces her and she happily hugs him back before moving away from the stall’s table, a welcoming smile still pulling at her lips, all too—

daughter.   (   you hear it whispered between clenched teeth, bloodied lips.  swollen.  pale.  dying.  the voice is dying.   )

lilith stops moving, feet grazing the earth as the voice continues to speak, a gentle timbre settled into the air around them.  daughter, it had said.  it had called her daughter.  she does not recognize the tears on her face until she turns around, wincing at the breeze that brushes against her cheeks at the quick movement.   (   moro, give you strength, you plead.  moro, give you strength, you ache.  your sight has been blessed too many times to think of it as hallucinated.   )

“   f-father,   ”   the word is bitter on her tongue.  absent of grace but it is familiar all too well.  the curled letters of the title.   (   you cannot understand the commonness of his voice.  he had died.  he had died and dragged so many down with him.  you had helped his hand.   )   “   father... i...   ”

it is only instinct that lilith does not speak   —   cannot speak.  she blinks, owlishly in disbelief; hardly the curiosity she’s been known to wield.   “   you... you’re here?   ”

Someone was here. A scent that far overpowered his own, and even mama’s.

He’s running before his mind can even catch up. Only one thought remained in his mind: she’s here.

Vivid blue with rose tips, a braid he’s unraveled in the past only to do it up all over again. A smile that warmed his heart more than any flame could. (Vision blurs with tears before she has even settled her gaze on his quickly-approaching form.)

Lilith.

Little dragon doesn’t remember how his arms get around her. He doesn’t remember how his face ends up buried in her chest, or how his crying wets her shirt. All he knows is the familiar comfort of her fingers in his hair, a soft shushing on her lips as she smiles for him, her little dragon.

AT FIRST, LILITH IS UNAWARE of why the pricking in her eyes begins to burn, or why the weight of water hangs delicately on her eyelashes.  she stops moving, feet pointed down towards the ground but never touching, never grazing the earth.  gravity does not touch her but it manages to drag her tears into a gentle roll down her cheeks.   (   it is the scent, you realize.  it is the memory of having that settles in the air.   )

realization sinks into her expression, pulling a gasp from her throat as the sound of footsteps hit the ground behind her.  raised hands lower from where they had been pressed against her face, wet from tears yet still flexed.  there is nothing able to blur her vision if not for emotions and she immediately catches onto the scent that reaches her nose.  it is light but never faint.  it is pleasant but never this close.  little dragon.  lilith turns around, curious eyes wide and tearful.

(   you had forgotten that it was your corpse that he last saw.  that it was  your last words that he had heard.   )

“   kana!  oh, nephew!   ”   lilith cries out, thankful that the title only falls on their ears and no others’.  gravity drags her down, just enough to take kana into her arms and lift him up into an embrace.  his face pressed against her chest,  fingers intertwined behind her back.  her hand moves to his hair, allowing her body to tilt backward slightly to keep them both floating without struggle.  the gentleness of her voice is instant, attempting to soothe both dragons’ hearts.  dry both of their faces of tears.

her fingers comb through his hair as she shushes him with small humming, her other hand pressed against his back.   “   it’s alright, i’m here.  i’m here now,   ”   lilith whispers.  there is nothing else that she says which take a louder volume.  her whispers and shushes melt together into hums, a melody unfinished but not broken.

slowly, the two lower to the ground.  lilith bends her knees so that she’s kneeling, kana resting still in her embrace but also in a similar position.  she doesn’t mind the wetness of her shirt, nor the discomfort of being pressed against so tightly.  it’s fine.  it’s a discomfort she can take for him.  always for him, never for her; she is familiar with this sacrifice too well.

Yet he couldn’t stop himself from rubbing his eyes once- twice, when he spotted her in the distance. Was she hovering by any chance? 

It…didn’t matter. and he didn’t want to ask either in fear that maybe she’d feel offended by the question. Pretending that he saw nothing strange, Dimitri approached the girl with an easy smile. “Lilith, is it? My name is Dimitri, leader of the Blue Lions as well as one of your classmates.” A quick nod, graced by a warm grin. “If there is anything you need guidance or help with, please do feel free to come for me. I shall do my best to be of help.”

The prince gave her a good once over. Small frame, probably a magic user, but some things here and there were slightly odd- well, odd wasn’t the correct word. Intriguing. And the floating thing was one of them. She was, indeed, hovering.

“Uhm…pardon the…odd question. You are free to avoid it in case it causes you discomfort, but I have noticed that you seem to be able to…float? That is impressive, I assume you must be well acquainted with magic, then?” He tried to brush off the awkwardness of the question, but there was no easy way to ask someone if they were literally floating. “...Gah, ignore me. Well, welcome to the Blue Lions- and welcome to Fódlan as well.”

CLASS IS DISMISSED WITH A WAVE, and with it, lilith bows respectfully to the professor in hopes that the act is enough to express her gratitude for today’s lesson.  she had not been present for it, since it began before her arrival, but the releasing of students from the room is enough for her to feel grateful for the lesson.  to simply know that it had existed.  the uniform is light on her, quite tight on the cuffs of her jacket sleeves so she makes a mental reminder to adjust them later in the day.

the blue lions. a house of honor and chivalry, one of respectful members and those who wish only the best for their classmates.  it is a house that she expected to be put into; conditioned to a promise and vow, one that she would not break no matter the sacrifices she had to make.  the leader of this house, though, is a classmate that she has yet to meet and... oh?

lilith blinks in question, humming at the sound of her name on the leader’s tongue.  without much thought into the action, she adjusts to his height and raises the space between her feet and the ground.  just enough so they can speak face to face, at the proper level of regard.   “   thank you, sincerely, for the offer of assistance.   ”   lilith says, a small smile playing at the bow of her lips.   “   i understand that i am only a classmate to you but please remember that i, too, will assist you in any case if needed.   ”

(   normalcy is quite common here, very different of your home realm.   )   lilith is not surprised when dimitri’s gaze studies her once more.  neither is she surprised when he speaks up with a question instead of a welcome.  the predictability is enough to make her giggle softly, raising a hand to her lips to cover most of the laugh.  she waves her hand to gently dismiss his awkward attempt to push off the topic.

“   no, it’s fine!  hehe, it doesn’t cause me any discomfort, unless it makes you feel uncomfortable in any way then i can walk normally if you would like that?   ”   an arched eyebrow at the note of magic.   “   yes and no.  yes, i am floating, but no, it is not due to practiced magic.  it is simply an ability i transferred between forms.  quite different from magic utilized by mages, i presume?   ”   she remembers, vividly, that it had not taken much to float in her human form at first walking steps.  gravity divided between each form, unable to keep her down no matter certain attempts.