For a few movements, it seemed that the artist hadn't heard. Just behind him a ghostly goat child stood behind him. His focus wouldn't waver from his sketch; a sketch resembling a certain fellow god.
"DONE!" He screamed happily. His eyes lovingly staring at the piece. "Oh.. hi little kid," a much softer voice said. Attention finally feel to the goat who was pushed back by the energy radiating off of him. The piece was thrown to the side seeing the floating text on the ghost; he didn't want to answer himself. "Why are you here little goat?"