The girl's surprise is unexpected, and her reaction is so endearing Azem can't help but smile. Paul is... certainly odd, not ringing quite right to her senses. His behaviour is equally as odd, though seems well within the best interests of the child.
"He is not quite as clear to my eyes as he is to my ears. I'd have to be blind and deaf to miss such an obvious presence," she explains, keeping the extent of her confusion to herself.
The girl continues speaking and Azem grows more concerned for her. The mistreatment of something as precious as a child is unfathomable to her, but all evidence points toward that being the case here.
"Every girl deserves all the strawberries she can eat on such a special day! Shall we have a belated celebration?"
Azem shifts into a kneeling position that allows her to place her palms flat against the ground, eyes closed in concentration. A strawberry bush is a simple enough creation, though to ensure the best, most natural-tasting berries it needs the best quality of soil. She runs through a checklist of all the factors she needs to take into account, then quickly gets to work. First the ground beneath them shifts into rich, fertile soil that the seed she creates is planted snugly within. The soil is then dampened by water and, finally, Azem lifts one hand to act as a makeshift sun, setting it aglow with a light to mimic the rays of the sun.
It takes a few short minutes for the seed to sprout and grow into a large, sprawling bush heavy with perfectly ripened strawberries. Pleased with her work, Azem turns her attention back to the child and her eerie protector, smiling proudly.
"Is there aught else you would like? You needn't limit yourself, little one!"
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"He is not quite as clear to my eyes as he is to my ears. I'd have to be blind and deaf to miss such an obvious presence," she explains, keeping the extent of her confusion to herself.
The girl continues speaking and Azem grows more concerned for her. The mistreatment of something as precious as a child is unfathomable to her, but all evidence points toward that being the case here.
"Every girl deserves all the strawberries she can eat on such a special day! Shall we have a belated celebration?"
Azem shifts into a kneeling position that allows her to place her palms flat against the ground, eyes closed in concentration. A strawberry bush is a simple enough creation, though to ensure the best, most natural-tasting berries it needs the best quality of soil. She runs through a checklist of all the factors she needs to take into account, then quickly gets to work. First the ground beneath them shifts into rich, fertile soil that the seed she creates is planted snugly within. The soil is then dampened by water and, finally, Azem lifts one hand to act as a makeshift sun, setting it aglow with a light to mimic the rays of the sun.
It takes a few short minutes for the seed to sprout and grow into a large, sprawling bush heavy with perfectly ripened strawberries. Pleased with her work, Azem turns her attention back to the child and her eerie protector, smiling proudly.
"Is there aught else you would like? You needn't limit yourself, little one!"