[A sudden wall of sand thrusts up around En in a cylinder, circling like a storm before expanding and (gently) pushing the reporters back and away. A hole opens in the walls and sand makes a tunnel back over to the sidewalk, away from the reporters now freaking out about sand all in their equipment.
There's a boy standing nearby with his arms crossed and the sand swirls around him before retreating back into the large gourd strapped to his back as he stares at her. All contained, he presses a cork into the opening and gives her a nod.] I don't like it either.
[The attention is overwhelming, even if he's used to it to a degree. He doesn't particularly like strangers trying to touch him either.]
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There's a boy standing nearby with his arms crossed and the sand swirls around him before retreating back into the large gourd strapped to his back as he stares at her. All contained, he presses a cork into the opening and gives her a nod.] I don't like it either.
[The attention is overwhelming, even if he's used to it to a degree. He doesn't particularly like strangers trying to touch him either.]