[Liethell]

"That's common enough." He beams, "And there's no need to mumble. I've heard worse. There was this young girl--oh nevermind it." He laughs again. He acts as if he's already a friend, as if they've known each other and just met for a casual meeting. "I am like you, but a little different. You use magic, and so do I. The only difference is what kind, and where it comes from."

With that said, he holds out both hands on the table, palms up. There is nothing remarkable about the palms of his hands. They are soft, and that is all. Then, before his very eyes, Vincent watches as his hands fill with tiny stars, just like the ones that float above them now. He can even feel the change in the room as he uses his power, how it shifts towards his hands. The stars overflow out of his hands and fall onto the table. Some of them float into the air the way dust would. "I can do so much more than this, but these seem to be the most comforting thing I can summon up. you can eat some if you like. I do sometimes, they just make your stomach glow a little and they fade away."