The lack of fear left Valdis feeling slightly disappointed, but Dreamfolk had always been a tough audience when it came to fear and manipulation. The locals were far more willing to believe in monsters. She curled her lips back to show her teeth, as if that might make the boy cower when her call on the Soul Plane hadn't. Valdis blinked, halting her approach when his voice sounded in her head. She hadn't reach out to make any connection, hadn't even considered it, yet here he was, speaking to her. That made things a little more complicated.

You are brave to touch the mind of a goddess, Valdis growled, allowing the soft hiss of the Void to slip into her voice, altering it enough to hopefully make her true voice unrecognizable should she meet this person in her human form. Don't you know this is a night for the Dead?