Poor little babes, on a fine summers' day; were stolen away

[shiragamisama]

There's a flick as the lights go out briefly; the magically sensitive will notice a surge of power, and a sudden Great Presence in the manor. Something with a lot of innate power and spiritual presence is here.

Physically, he's not that imposing. Creepy, with an otherworldly air, to be sure, but those who have seen Shinichi in his Shiragami

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[changedling]

[This particular Conan was half expecting the surge. Despite his long residence in the Mansion, he never felt easy there, never accepted it. Spirits did not give so freely, and the Mansion could only be the work of spirits. So he waited, staying alert for a sign such as this -- and now that it had come he did not even hesitate before setting off in bare feet and habitual robe in the direction of that resounding presence.

His instinct was unerring and it did not take him long to reach it's source.]

[shiragamisama]

[He knows the child is coming before he sees him. To not know when one trespasses would be... impossible.]

[He is the forest, and the forest is here with him, wherever he goes.]

[He begins to walk towards the child, clothing rustling, breath loud and rasping. He would wonder where he is, how he came to be there... but there is a child in his domain. Children should not be here, it is dangerous.]

[changedling]

[As soon as he hears the rustle of approach, Conan sits, adopting the formal seiza position. He knows the rules of such an encounter. As an entreater, he must wait to be spoken too, must not show surprise at any quirks of the Spirit's appearance or actions. His success at maintaining politeness will influence the success of his petition -- and he must succeed.]

[shiragamisama]

Leave.

[Is he terrifying? He supposes so. Children scream and run when they see him.]

[...they do not normally sit and wait in quiet and peace...]

[He halts before the child, looming over it, clothing rustling like the trees he lives among.]

Leave here.