The brand of eccentric mischief Issac had been born with had not less to him being able to relate to people as family- as much as he appreciated those that bright him up once he was dropped off. Clarent had been the most successful, but if anyone were to look into Issac's mind his ideals of his relationship with others all would have more of a quirky friendship feel. Issac's view of the world was forever skewed by his power and magic.
A lopsided grin spread over Issac's features at the sight of Clarent. "Clarent! Stopping in for a rest?" He teased. A swirl of thoughts came from the embrace, bring in close proximity Clarent's became the loudest in Issac's mind even if he did not seek to listen to them. His current amulet bracelet allowed him better control to make this white nose when his head hurt him.
Stepping out of the hug, green eyes widened at the shiny necklace and little glass vial.