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The little thing was solemn, too solemn for a child really. Pripyat's bright blue eyes locked with those of the boy. Although the whelp seemed to have some inherent reverence for the Abbey he showed no outward respect for Eika, though the man was both his elder and blessed by being a member of the spiritual class. This did not bother the man, though had the boy shown any blatant disrespect Pripyat Soul might have shown him the door. Instead he only regarded the child with curiosity, especially at the word added to the end of the Namaste greeting. It was a strange variation of the customary Ichikan greeting, but he was glad that Temo and Jace had taught the children how to properly address a fellow being.
The next words from the boy did not elicit any shock or surprise from the man. Only he nodded, as if hearing whispers were normal, and perhaps it was. Whether they came from the boy's imagination or from some greater force, Pripyat couldn't determine yet. Those who ended up in Ichika no Ho-en often did because spirits guided them there, the pack itself might not had been in existent if not for the strange visions that overcame Nayru from time to time and the earth energy that possessed Razekiel. That this boy had been born into the pack, perhaps already with specters surrounding him did not jar the man. Rather he only swiveled his own ears, as if to catch the whispers, and then asked the most logical of questions. "What do the whispers say?"
Whether the boy would share such secrets, Pripyat did not know. They had not even exchanged names, but it seemed a natural enough topic to discuss within the hallowed halls of the Abbey. The two toned man, who smelled perpetually of smoke and ash, had only experienced visions and voices when he forced them with sacred fire, and even then it was not always a sure thing. Pripyat had only gotten garbled words, nonsensical things that might not have been other worldly at all. Spirits were not drawn to him, but to this boy perhaps? Narrowing his eyes slightly at the thought as he still stared at the lad, he wondered if he could induce such effects upon another, or if only he could make use of such tactics.
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