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They step forward and then bounce up, and - they must have psionics, because they just stay there, just at eye-level. When they lean forward and tap horns, it’s a little harder than the standard lowblood greeting.

"Hi! Hinnom," they say, and then they boop their nose to his.

It startles a laugh out of him. Their eyes are big and baby gray, but there’s maroon paint all over their face, and call it narcissism, but he’s yet to meet a maroon he’s disliked. They’re such a friendly caste.

"I’m Pheres," he says, pleased.