Something about her draws him in - perhaps it's because she reminds him just a little bit of Flayn. "Hi there, stranger!" he greeted her. "I don't believe we've met. I'm Caspar, from the Black Eagles house - nice to meet you!" He holds out a hand to shake while his other hand whips out his signature card. "They told us to heap names onto these things, so would you mind signing mine? I'll sign yours too, of course!"
“Nah. I’m in the Black Eagles as well.” She supposes she must not hold much of a presence if she’d been so easily overlooked...but Caspar was hardly one that could be ignored with his loud, rash personality. His sense of justice and overdramatics reminded her a bit of Owain, she thought with a smile, accepting his handshake.Â
“Oh--yes, this is for the dance competition, correct? What a strange tradition...” Nevertheless she takes the parchment in hand, careful handwriting fills in the space designated as she hands it back with a sharp-toothed grin. “So you dance to honor your Goddess, correct? But...what do the ten names have to do with it? Are you not worthy to dance before the Goddess without the approval of ten peers?” ( @hotheadhero )
