[It's a hushed and urgent tone, but not fast enough to stop Ahito's magic from going off anyway.
The sound feels like a firecracker in the small space, abnormal and unnatural and nowhere near what one would expect. Like the creak of a floorboard at the dead of night, amplified in the fearful mind of a young child. While Solomon immediately lets go to instead press his non-injured hand to his mouth to stifle himself, the lump on the bed screams, the shrill pitch of a child--
--and commotion starts to echo from above. "Where was that??" "Did you hear?" "Search the premesis, flush out these heretics!"
Eyes pained, Solomon quickly swipes his hand back and forth by his neck, shaking his head furiously. Be quiet.]
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[It's a hushed and urgent tone, but not fast enough to stop Ahito's magic from going off anyway.
The sound feels like a firecracker in the small space, abnormal and unnatural and nowhere near what one would expect. Like the creak of a floorboard at the dead of night, amplified in the fearful mind of a young child. While Solomon immediately lets go to instead press his non-injured hand to his mouth to stifle himself, the lump on the bed screams, the shrill pitch of a child--
--and commotion starts to echo from above. "Where was that??" "Did you hear?" "Search the premesis, flush out these heretics!"
Eyes pained, Solomon quickly swipes his hand back and forth by his neck, shaking his head furiously. Be quiet.]