Gideon had went about, stomping here and there, though the moment he heard a soft, light voice apologizing to him, he stopped and calmed, the claws had retracted and the insect- no, not an insect, some kind of talking fox or maybe a wolf cub, had slid down to his shoulder, he looked to the cub and gave an apologetic nod, feeling embarrassed how he overreacted to such a sweet creature. It seemed the rest of the children were introducing themselves to one another, and though Gideon thought he was expcted to leave, some of them had seem to be interested in him, even the cub called to him in such a sweet kindly voice, though the kid with the toothpick seemed more demanding and aggressive.
"My name is Gideon Wodan" he said simply, feeling a bit odd, as if he hadn't spoken in a few days, he cleared his throat and looked away, he wasn't sure what he was to do. Where were these children's parents? Were the slums so bad that children would get lost and they would have to fend for themselves? One child approached Gideon and handed him bread; he took a look at the group and noticed they were all eating bread, then looked back at the little girl who offered him a bigger piece, though that share could only fit on the tip of his finger.
Gideon smiled, appreciating the gesture from this little being. He leaned over and blew out the fire in the metal barrel like it was a candle before taking a seat on the ground. He reached over and pulled out a plate the size of a small table and stood it on the barrel before placing both of them before the children. He then blew a few times to cool down the cooked turkeys that still lay in the frying pan he gripped the entire time, nearly forgetting they existed, before placing them onto the plate-table, [coor=green] "Though there is three, please share it among yourselves"[/color] he told them.
Looking over to the tanned skin boy who treated himself like a king, Gideon replied to him "I promise I won't eat any of you" he chuckled lightly. For some time, this had been the first time the giant had smiled, he began to realize that through the eyes of children, the world seemed more innocent and troubles were more distance. So for the moment, he decided to break bread with this group. He picked up the piece of break the girl offered him and plopped it into his mouth before nodding his thanks towards her.
"My name is Gideon Wodan" he said simply, feeling a bit odd, as if he hadn't spoken in a few days, he cleared his throat and looked away, he wasn't sure what he was to do. Where were these children's parents? Were the slums so bad that children would get lost and they would have to fend for themselves? One child approached Gideon and handed him bread; he took a look at the group and noticed they were all eating bread, then looked back at the little girl who offered him a bigger piece, though that share could only fit on the tip of his finger.
Gideon smiled, appreciating the gesture from this little being. He leaned over and blew out the fire in the metal barrel like it was a candle before taking a seat on the ground. He reached over and pulled out a plate the size of a small table and stood it on the barrel before placing both of them before the children. He then blew a few times to cool down the cooked turkeys that still lay in the frying pan he gripped the entire time, nearly forgetting they existed, before placing them onto the plate-table, [coor=green] "Though there is three, please share it among yourselves"[/color] he told them.
Looking over to the tanned skin boy who treated himself like a king, Gideon replied to him "I promise I won't eat any of you" he chuckled lightly. For some time, this had been the first time the giant had smiled, he began to realize that through the eyes of children, the world seemed more innocent and troubles were more distance. So for the moment, he decided to break bread with this group. He picked up the piece of break the girl offered him and plopped it into his mouth before nodding his thanks towards her.