A laugh of delight came from Gabriel at the woman's reaction and a big, happy grin when she called him a 'devil child'. Teasers will be mocked unless teasing is not their choosing, in which the mockers will not be teased as they wished they wouldn't be, but that does not mean that it is how it should be. His smile grew and he returned back down to the ground, grass unbending beneath his feet as he strolled in circles around the females, turning every now and then with the occasional skip as he were almost dancing, his mind lost in thought. He didn't even hear as the two talked about the wolfsbane paste. However, attention was recaptured when Elizabeth mentioned the book and his sister, making him stop and jump up onto the woman's back, chin resting on her shoulder so that he could see which pages she was looking at. The pages glowed briefly with a soft yellow light and began to move on their own, courtesy of the young boy, before stopping on two pages near the end of the thick volume.
It showed a rough sketch of a shadowed creature with red eyes, back arched in agony with its head facing what had to be assumed was the sky. Directly below it was another picture of a shadow, this one distinctly meant to be human, that stood in the center of a circle that had runes and ancient symbols etched on the outside. A clearer image of the circle dominated a whole half of the left page, smears of ink and blood flecking all around it with jotted notes and warnings that had been added in by an unknown hand. Gabriel couldn't read very well, but he understood pictures well enough, so when his hand reached out to point at the images, they easily skipped over there precautions and went directly to the right page afterwards. In the top corner, it showed a picture of the creature on the boy's head, heavily veiled in a dark blur that represented a tree, its head staring out from the bark. The rest of the page was spelled, the pictures moving jumpily like one of those shadow puppet shows the village used to do. It showed the arched figure turning sharply to the tree as the small being leapt upon the beast, and gradually, the pained being lost the thick darkness that cloaked its body, being substituted by a very human looking form. What happened afterwards with branched off by two very bold lines, one showing the spirit suddenly wither and fade away to nothingness, and in the other it grew. Larger and larger until it was easily the same size as the creature it had just fed upon, the spirit flesh darkening and becoming more tangible and deformed until, as if sensing the reader's presence, its head turned away from the now human, and looked directly at Gabriel and Elizabeth. The page flashed red suddenly and the show returned to simply becoming a set of unmoving pictures and symbols that predicted destruction and death.
Gabriel jumped back down from Izzy's shoulder, clearly unfazed by the second possible outcome of what he must be planning. "When they die, she only stays human for a little bit," he said disappointedly, then more cheerily added, "so this time I got an older one who's stronger." Taking this as its queue, spirit on his head open its leech-like mouth at the witchdoctor, twirling the boy's hair that its legs were easily tangled within. Food... it thought. The small boy realized earlier on in his existence that he didn't need to cast a summoning circle like a human normally would, seeing as he was already a spirit of sorts and could call others at will. "Lillian's helping to keep her away from the hunter-guard-people who are trying to hurt her, until we're ready." Looking over at the other woman with the daggers and paste, his eyes suddenly widened as something must have clicked in his mind. "You're not gonna try to hurt her, too, are you?" he asked carefully, subconsciously taking a step backwards away from them. Being ever the child he was, he neglected to specify who 'she' was, naturally assuming that everyone knew what he did. Sensing potential danger, the leech spirit pushed itself deeper amongst the boy's dark locks of hair, lying on its tummy now with its stubby limbs clutching the boy's head for support.