The elder monks gasped when Atrius scooped up the butterfly, although much to his surprise when he opened his hands again the butterfly had all but vanished?... Moving back to sit with the girl the eldest monk only shook his head in all this. "It's not wise to stir up such things.... you'll only encourage their wrath...." He warned, but yet there seemed to be more to it then that.... Ether way Atrius was about to get just what he wanted... Although no doubt something the remaining monks where no expecting...<br/><br/>Again sitting close to the girl Atricus could hear the strange whispers again, the butterfly was gone... but yet they still remained... It would seem logical then that sounds where somehow coming from the girl?... Before he would even be able to ask himself such a question he seen another odd movement in the girl.. A slight twich.... But before he could pull his head completely away from her ear he would catch glismp of her eyes suddenly pop'ing open.<br/><br/>Her eyes where dazzled in a shade of blue that seemed nearly unnatural, nearly as unnatural as how dilated and empty her pupils where... If it wasn't for the fact she was breathing he would have guessed he was peering into the eyes of someone who had recently died... However it was far from the case as she just as suddenly sat straight up following with the crunching sound of breaking glass?... Her movement was stiff and unnatural, like doll or a mummy of campfire stories... But yet with her moments her eyes still lingered in their empty state...<br/><br/>Trying to wave a hand in front of her face seemed to do nothing to stir her, although touching her; her head would suddenly turn facing towards the direction. Slowly she would shift her body, and with it more loud, grinding, clearly inhuman grinding sounds emitted from her body... The sound of crushed glass or perhaps ground crystal grinding together... Suddenly again she would bring herself to stand, although she stiffly stumbled her first few steps before her head moved to look down over her own figure.<br/><br/>Slowly then she would twist and move each of her joints, with it the grinding sounds would continued, although with enough movement the sounds soon vanished... And soon her attention turned to the one who still remained closest to her... Staring with her dead eyes she looked as if she stared beyond his soul... But yet he would see something there as she suddenly gasped and her pupils suddenly retracted as if life has sprung back into her, with it too her body movements became fluid if not flawless compared to her jerky-doll like movements earlier.<br/><br/>Gasping she stood a shaky step backwards, a look of fear suddenly painted in her eyes and face. [Who are you?...] She spoke, however her language was not something that was so commonly spoken.... Although Atricus and the monks both would recognize it easily enough... It was the language of the ancients... Such words where still used today... Although only for spells and chants... it would be rather strange to hear it spoken....