Loki, for his part, continued holding his breath and trying to disappear from being noticeable. It was easier with Ikol drawing attention.
"'What' is indicative of inquiry and 'this' references a person, object, or circumstance. You however, are asking 'is', when you should be asking what 'was', for I was once, and am a ghost at current, but ever have I been about." The magpie gave as much of a sly smile as a beak would allow toward Damian. "So naturally I know all about you."
Loki voice came from near the wall. "Shh... It's coming this way again."
"Oh my dear boy, our talking is not going to stop it." Ikol turned his attention toward Damian, hopping to the arm of the chair. "He's already fallen through the floor, but that did nothing to truly jar him awake. Considering what we're used to dreaming about, I suppose that's no true surprise. Usually it takes falling from a height to really do the trick, though there are a few other things that might work."
Ikol didn't seem troubled at all by the library doors knocking open abuptly and the curtains fluttering by the windows. The lights, natural and otherwise, was starting to darken, as though smoke was starting to choke it, pulling the shadows in the room long and black. Ikol stared at Damian, and the bird seemed to smile even more. "You're an intrepid one, aren't you?"