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The angels new stray was sad. Of this much Edward was sure. They knew the second the child had come to the house, leaning heavily on the angel. The youngling was covered in ash and burns. Edward could tell that some were from water, and others from a substance the builders used. If they remembered correctly, it was called ‘TNT’.
The new stray didn’t really seem like an enderman. Edward knew the youngling was one, Edward could sense that the child had no warm net of a haunting over their cold pearl. They also didn’t have the same energy most of the Enderdragons subjects did.
This is one of the many things that made the child sad. They did not see safety in the Enderdragon, and they were almost as scared of their brethren as the builders where.
Edward could sense that the child had interacted with their species. The interactions were filled with one-sided hatred. They could tell which side it was by the way some of the other enderman spoke of the child. They addressed the youngling as if they were some sort of plague. The child had simply ignored them, seemingly used to the treatment.
Edward assumes the child does not know their tongue, but it does not take much to detect the tone in which endspeak is used. The tone most of the enderman use with the child is filled with hatred and malice. That is, if they decide to even acknowledge the youngling, and not just pretend the child has no presence.
Edward soon learned not to make to many assumptions about the youngling.
It had been a few days since the child had come covered in burns and ash. The ash had been washed away and the burns cleaned. The angel had used a special potion of some sort as to not burn the child further.
The blood god, the youngling, and the angel were at a table with food in front of them. They could not help but notice the food on the younglings plate was untouched. It was a common —and quite concerning— pattern, considering the youngling was both far too short and thin for their age.
“Eat youngling.” The elder insisted, nearly positive the child couldn’t understand them. It was quite the surprise when the child responded. “I’m not hungry.” And left the house to go to their own shortly after, leaving three confused and surprised individuals and an untouched plate of food.