Aatrox strode through the vaults of the girls mind and found them... wanting. The vast vaults of the girls mind were mostly empty, or filled with motes of light deliniating times of happiness or contentedness, many of these in more recent times overlaid with the stink of alcohol.
Dispassionately, the monster watched times of joy with others; this, a blacksmith with the strangest hair, almost like the horns that had once decorated his own brow in better times, this, a woman with an odd stick in her hand, fire coming out of one end. A magus of some kind? That hat was NOT something you might see the magi of Shurima wear, they preferred far more elaborate abominations against fashtion.
He was not watching the thread of the girls life unspool to voyeur into the girl, however, but to check that he had captured the thread entire. He was sure he must have, yet he still could not shake the idea that perhaps there was more hidden in the depths of what passed for the soul of the girl.
Looking up, he moved on, body remaining perfectly still as the mind shifted itself to accomodate the monster that had been invited into the girls oh-so-malleable mind. Looking into the depths of the girls mind, he beheld a wonder unheard of.
Most minds, when you looked into the depths of the soul, you saw what Aatrox had always seen as the night sky deep within the Sai; a UNIVERSE of stars, each one representing a piece of magical potential. Ordinary mortals might have a few hundred stars, one slightly gifted, perhaps with a talent for cards or some similar banality might have a thousand, and a true magus, one strong enough to pull fire from the sky and get the mountains to stand and tap dance for them, would have the universe entire within the depths of their soul.
He very carefully did NOT think about The Magus, the bastard who had broken the Shuriman Empire and brought the world entire to its knees, and how HIS mind had been like looking into the Sun herself.
But the girls mind held almost no stars at all. The girls connection with the world, her potential for magery was almost exactly nil. Yet he had SEEN her cast spells, using that damned trinket of hers. Thought, brought reality, and suddenly he beheld a single vast 'star' one swirling with iridescent hues and colours, the damned trinket in question.
It was at the centre of an incredible structure, one that would have torn the breath from Aatrox's lungs had he needed to breathe any more, and still made him gape like a fish for a brief instant. The crystal was at the centre of a great latticework of connections, all feeding into the crystal itself, yet drawing its power from the meagre sources of light within the girls frame.
"How is this even possible?" Aatrox said 'aloud' for all the good words like that meant in the mind of another. He spent long timeless moments considering this problem, before noticing a taste to the magic he had both expected and not expected. "Vastaya." He said quietly, mind clicking over this new information before giving up entirely. Perhaps the Vastaya had more need for people, and so even the magickless were necessarily in such a way as to craft a crystal like this for someone, perhaps it was tied too close to the girls bones to matter.
The thing pulsed at him, almost smugly, and Aatrox indulged a brief, childish urge and swore at the thing with one hand, before returning to the 'surface' of the girls mind. He sent a pulse of his own, questing out the ember of the girls intelligence and reminding it that it needed to Follow the Path.
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