He catches her eye and offers her a smile, quick and light and friendly.

Oh. Well. Good, then. She smiles back. 

"Shall we find our room together?"

"Uh--sure!" 

He smiles again, and turns to lead the way.

Yeah okay seems legit. She follows. 

"What's your name?" he asks conversationally as they walk.

"I'm Larella." 

"And I am Ozorne," he says.

"So what brings you here?" 

"The opportunity to become greater than I was before, of course. And you?"

"I mean when you put it like that that's pretty much why anyone goes to any university. I'm here in particular because I have a voice that should be good for audio hypnosis." 

"Oh, I'm a magical prodigy," he says casually, in the way of one to whom this fact is old news, "but not particularly in the relevant area. I'm not sure what about me drew our goddess's eye."

"That makes sense. I was warned most magic wouldn't be like I was familiar with; it would be--rare for magic to be applicable at all if it wasn't directly, the way I'm familiar with." 

"Oh?"

"Well, Elf magic would be completely irrelevant, except I guess in terms of making a child with relevant power--Elves have fertility magic that ensures healthy children. Dryads can heal themselves by pulling energy from trees, or bolster trees by putting energy into them. You could maybe do something chemical with that. Ogres are just extremely strong. Shifters can take on any face they please." 

"I see! So your magic is related to the species rather than the individual? That's fascinating. Ours isn't like that at all - well, I suppose it is for the immortals, but not for humans, which I am. We each have power or don't, or have more or less of it or different kinds, according to our specific human bloodlines and individual aptitudes."

"Huh. Yeah, magic is by species, except for Death Tolls and Geneses--hybrids can get interesting synergies, sometimes. I'm a siren. We have magic voices, which is in fact relevant-but-not-directly."

"What sort of magic do your voices have, then?"

"We can do anything with them." She hums a few bars of string instrument music to demonstrate. 

"Oh!" He looks genuinely delighted. "Can you do birdcalls?"

"Sure! I dunno if you'll recognize any, we don't even have the same sapient species, but--" and she chirps and chimes a handful of noises from birds that are, in fact, unfamiliar to him. "If there are any from your world in your neighborhood I can pick them up there." 

"I feel very silly now, but it hadn't occurred to me that different worlds would have different birds. I'm going to have to go around all the neighbourhoods to see them all. Maybe I'll take home a collection."

"Oh, that'd be cool. Other worlds will have different music traditions, too, I have to bring home otherworldly music for my little sister." 

"I'm sure my friends will want otherworldly recipes and otherworldly books."