F or a moment, he would peer down at the lain female with a simple stare. His arms crossed as he quietly scrutinized her, in his own manner. Before too long, however, he would step away from his haughty position and tended to the meager temple grounds he kept. There was not much of a reason now, to let things go unkempt with company to keep right now. The altar, part of that mess, had fallen into disuse over the past few days.
Once a vocal point for his magics, he had abandoned it as he achieved the ability to conscript company, regardless of their willingness. He stayed perfectly too himself as the girl watched him perform his work, but all she would get back was a silence that, in itself, was it's own solid construct that he had spent decades perfecting. That paw swept with a blaze, a blaze that would cleanse and shed the stone platform of the filth that had accumulated on it over the years. As it lay charred, and bare, he would extend a claw and began to dig at the surface. Eventually several archaic symbols were formed in front of the female. They were familiar to him, and in fact, obviously memorized as it took him naught but his mind to craft.
He'd lean, into that pile of books scattered about, and he'd begin to organize them after the figures took shape. Eventually he would take one out of the neatly, albeit, still messy pile and adjusted it in front of her. It was turned in her direction, and still going off his aged memory, he would open the book that would expand the meaning of those many symbols. A certain page was directed too, and it simplified the long-standing language that sat before them both, on the alter, to simple common words. To it, he would look up to her with that apathetic mask still strapped firmly to his person.
"This is, simply, a tome of spiritual augmentations. It will strengthen you, and it will protect you against the Reaper of the Reapers." The page was turned, symbolically, of the knowledge that he wanted to instill into the girl. "You will read from this, every single day, before night, or after you wake up. If I ever find out that you have been neglecting your studies, there will be hell to pay" he said, with that stoic tone. Still, he attempted a joke, but it was wasted as his threat was real, and true. "You will study these symbols on the alter, for now, and when you finish, I will fetch you some food. Eventually these symbols will be bound to you, and you will have more freedoms than the ziggurat." It was with that, that he slid the book toward the female. He sat back, and still quietly scrutinizing her, he would watch her next move. Unfortunately, though, the freedom of choice was an illusion at this point.
