Blackfeather Woods Don't do that. Don't.

He wondered, fleetingly, if the boy was posessed by a Daedric spirit. The level of stillness and virtual...nothingness the child expressed was unnatural and unnerving. It was all Miraak could do to stay and match the boy's gaze, unwavering. But he was still a child, wasn't he?

His name was Abraxas. He wasn't familiar with the language, nor the meaning. He simply nodded in affirmation. Miraak, He responded, wondering if the boy's expression would change... Have you tried eating the dead before? Or thought about it? Was it something his parents knew about, that was a problem?