[He can sense something from this boy, a deep, primal essence that both incites his curiosity, and warns him to stay on guard. It is an old, old magic. Creation. That is what the boy exudes, and the Deity jerks to a sudden halt as everything falls into place.]
Farore's child. [The being's tone is one of mingled respect and wariness. A blessed child.]
[action]
Farore's child. [The being's tone is one of mingled respect and wariness. A blessed child.]