[The sound of footsteps is what alerts him that and something else. Something that holds over from before, the usual sense of being watched is there yes; but, that's human - that's normal. This is a faint awareness of power that is present, a rather strong power at that. It's enough to make him turn and stop his actions going as still as a statue.
The clothes. He knows the cut and the style even the era. And it's not some modern attempt at replication he knows hand stitching on sight once she's close enough. A wave of nostalgia ripples through him. He has embraced the more modern things, some of them are wondrous and useful but ah the old things were just as good, the reminder of home is nice yet bittersweet.]
What cruel things to say. Come now, surely you wouldn't truly wish death on anyone let alone everyone in your class.
[His words are calm and gentle though the god is moving swiftly, placing himself between this distressed child and strange woman. As her eye changes it slams into Alan what she is as well as possibly who. A faint frown settles on his face, even if she is William's shinki somethings are just very deeply engrained. He's giving her a pointed look before stepping forward extending his hand out to the child; casting that frown away and easing his express, affixing a small smile in place with a bit of effort.]
That isn't the proper wish for a darling boy like you to have. Why you needn't make any wish at all! Come tell me how they are mean to you and we will sort everything out without involving something so dire as death.
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The clothes. He knows the cut and the style even the era. And it's not some modern attempt at replication he knows hand stitching on sight once she's close enough. A wave of nostalgia ripples through him. He has embraced the more modern things, some of them are wondrous and useful but ah the old things were just as good, the reminder of home is nice yet bittersweet.]
What cruel things to say. Come now, surely you wouldn't truly wish death on anyone let alone everyone in your class.
[His words are calm and gentle though the god is moving swiftly, placing himself between this distressed child and strange woman. As her eye changes it slams into Alan what she is as well as possibly who. A faint frown settles on his face, even if she is William's shinki somethings are just very deeply engrained. He's giving her a pointed look before stepping forward extending his hand out to the child; casting that frown away and easing his express, affixing a small smile in place with a bit of effort.]
That isn't the proper wish for a darling boy like you to have. Why you needn't make any wish at all! Come tell me how they are mean to you and we will sort everything out without involving something so dire as death.