Atrius was surprised when he actually looked at his hands and found himself talking to a butterfly that was no longer there. More tricky god workings no doubt about it in his mind. Still, it was something he was willing to ignore. When he had finished speaking and the girls eyes popped open he took a cautious step back. The scene that unfolded thoroughly unsettled him. Atrius watched as her body moved and contorted. Whatever machinations moved the girl ground horridly.<br/><br/>He tried to get her attention with a hand in front of her face and and also tried a series of sharp snaps to get her attention. Whatever the girl was doing at this time showed that she was obviously not aware of her surroundings. It was uncanny and it disturbed Atrius. He toughed her shoulder and that seemed to get the biggest reaction out o her in that she turned toward him. The grinding was now coming to a halt. She was like some kind o machine that had rusted up in the rain.<br/><br/>She was not a creature of flesh and blood, at least, not entirely. Atrius wondered what kind o power provided her escapement. Who but the gods could build a god killer. When she spoke he recognized the language like someone could recognize a certain foreign one, but he did not understand it. The words meant nothing to him other than to signify that she might be trying to curse him. He doubted it, the statement was far too short. He looked to the elder to see if any of the monks understood the ancient language.<br/><br/>He crossed his arms and stroked his chin. She wasn't unnoticeable by any stretch of the imagination. She stood out easily, and only partly do to her otherworldly beauty. This was the first time Atrius was able to get a good look at the maiden. What hand had shaped her symmetry. Atrius pondered this and answered reflexively before the elder could gather himself, "I'm sorry, do you speak any other languages?" He asked holdings his palms open and out as a sign beseeching.