"Greetings," Veridian said, flexing his jaw as he experimented with the fact he could talk.

It was a very new thing to be able to do so. It had not been long since their goddess, Drys, who had blessed him with his semi-humanoid form. In it, he could successfully wield a blade, wear clothes, if he so wished, and speak. The longer neck allowed his larynx to vibrate and adjust to the humanoid ways of speaking. His knowledge of language was still limited, but at least he could communicate in more ways than simply just via the mind of his beloved faun.

She who watched with some intrigue.

"My name is Veridian," he grunted, tipping his vulpine head down in a small nod. It was similar to a bow, but not as deep. "I am ... an earth-spirit. That is my friend," he gestured back over his shoulder with a thumb, using the hand that was not holding onto the sword he had borrowed. "Philomel van der Aart. Matriarch of the Gilded Lily."

He let his hand them drop and run through the grasses surrounding them. His head tilted, taking in the person, the being he was here to train or fight, whatever the wills brought him. What Drys decreed as right would be what he would go with. After all he was a creature of her making, as was Philomel. That was what bonded them closely, as well as their souls.

Slowly he lifted down the sword from where it rested on his shoulder. Balancing it in his hand he paused, smiling slightly as he took in the young man before him - or so he presumed he was. Young, that was. Veridian was not entirely certain of what different races looked like in terms of ages. He suspected that this person was a human, but in all the worlds that he had seen he could be fae, part elf or even elemental.

"Shall we begin?" he asked, lowering himself into a crouch.