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Indeed. Words.

He smiled, and nodded. Walter had a way with words, perhaps it was because of the years of life he had lived. He had just done so much speaking it came second nature. But his voice was always smooth, warm, one word rolled to the next, and the next, ever maintaining a air of formality. His voice was just an octave or two above a whisper. It was audible, without being forceful.

Words, make speech.

He made a small wave of his finger, and as he continued, just the pronunciation exited his mouth, the letters were formed in mid air sort of dancing a bit before fading away. A visual representation of sorts, as if to say "these were words".

Words, are how we talk to each other.

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Maximos is a very light sleeper. He was gently beginning to be wrestled from unconsciousness as she woke. Her gently finger brushing aside a strand of navy blue hair, was accompanied by his eyes gently peeling open. And a small smile spreading across his lips. He had almost no magic senses, and was just about completely unaware what was going on below.

Good....morning?

He said, with a sheepish, sleepy voice.

Walter caught that. There was a small smirk on his cheeks, for just a second. She came up with a new word, a word he hadnt said just yet. He never described letters before, but she knew. This would require a dash of further probing.

Very good Lady Teira. You learn fast.

He said, once again adjusting his monocle. The letters noticeably absent.

Let us review.

He leaned forward again, gently tapping the spine of book.

Now, what is this?

Good. Very good.

Something was off, it was just that glaze in her eyes. She seemed tranced by his voice, as if Teira was slipping and this torrent was coming from elsewhere. Of course, that was an assumption. Walter refused to act on assumptions, he just carried on with the lesson.

And this place, Lady Teira.

He gestured around himself to the stacks of books and crammed shelves.

What is this place called?

Excellent.

Walter smirk grew into a full smile as he adjusted his monocle yet again. It was more out of habit than out of the actual need to adjust the small lens. Books, words, letters that was all childhood learning, while the process seemed slow she was indeed tapping into said education. Seeing as how Teira herself had no been exposed to the word Library as of yet, that meant the mind wipe...so to speak was not complete. The slate was not cleaned, it was painted over. And the paint was chipping.

In the early years children are taught many things, how to identify the world around them, how to communicate with it and most importantly...

And what is your name?

The true test. Would that information flow from that previous receptacle or from her recent experience? Both being common place information.

It was just a flicker of a moment, a single syllable, but it was enough. For that moment, something else answered. Someone else answered. But "Teira" came forth overcoming that small fragment. She displayed great pain hinting as to the form, and perhaps reason for her condition. And now it seemed she was caught in a bit of a power struggle.

His eyes softened a bit, showing concern, but not fear. Very calmly and controlled Walter reached his right hand out and gently poked the center of Teira's forehead.

It was called Soul Lock. A simple manuever Walter himself invented. It basically temporarily locked the mind and soul of an individual onto one particular thing. It was just for a fraction of a second, but it allowed all other interference to be shut out. It was invented to help deal with mid-sleep Destroyer outbreaks Master Maximos used to have.

It seemed Teira was dominant, this would just be a simple motion to help her stay that way and turn off the pain. After the mall poke, Walter was return his hand to his lap, and very kindly say.

Feeling better?

The stately butler let out something of a chuckle at the way the words just sort of rolled so exactly from Teira's mouth, and at how startled she seemed to be with exactly that fact.

Well, I would deem this lesson a success wouldnt you, Lady Teira?

He said with a wily smirk on his aged features.

Indeed. That is your name.

Walter, hefted himself out of his seat, the wooden chair protesting, and the padding letting out a soft hiss as the cushions refilled. The butler extended his right hand to help the Lady up.

Well, none other than how to speak.

He would wait until she either accepted or denied his offered hand before he continued.

And your in the Library. The Master does take great pleasure in his collection.

He paused, for just a moment, taking in the puzzled look on her face.

Is everything alright?

Well it is quite the conundrum isnt it?

Walter said, gesturing toward one of the many halls in this labyrinth of a library. Immediately taking the lead, the Lady could easily get very very lost here.

Unfortunately I do not have all the answers the Lady may be seeking right now.

He took a moment to peel open the door of the library, holding open the door for Lady Teira to step through.

It seems our lesson has allowed you to tap into a higher level of consciousness, a few moments ago the words I am speaking now were mostly a mystery, both in meaning and pronunciation.

It was a long walk, through a bit of a confusing run of tunnels. So Walter took his time, no need to rush.

Perhaps the Lady could inform of what she last remembers?