[ He doesn't think about how it feels like he has some conscious form when he turns - it feels natural enough, as so much of his own magick does. His head tilting slightly at the younger teenager's greeting. He's still himself, stillness comes easy. ]
[ But he almost smiles at the comment. ]
Neither was I.
[ Looking for her he means. ] You're quiet.
[ a beat ] Or create quiet? On the inside, I mean.
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[ The quiet is nice. ]
[ And then there's a voice. ]
[ He doesn't think about how it feels like he has some conscious form when he turns - it feels natural enough, as so much of his own magick does. His head tilting slightly at the younger teenager's greeting. He's still himself, stillness comes easy. ]
[ But he almost smiles at the comment. ]
Neither was I.
[ Looking for her he means. ] You're quiet.
[ a beat ] Or create quiet? On the inside, I mean.
I'm William.