[hider=the "not present"](wip, busy)[/hider]
	The white-haired boy wrapped in fluffy clothes, sitting on one of his three translucent wargs, reciprocated the gaze and simply nodded. As if on cue, the wargs began standing up too, and Evan was lifted up off the ground. He slung his left leg over the warg to sit properly.
	"[color=6ecff6]... just 'Evan' is fine.[/color]" He glanced a bit at Veronica and spoke, with a worry over how mouthful her way of addressing him was, and his own doubts about being called a 'baron', he doesn't entirely know... what it means.