The Thought that Counts

The Ivory God is a proper student, giving her a nod here and there, a thoughtful raise of his chin at times. She was teaching basic life skills, and maybe years ago he had learned similar when he was a young godling, but... those lessons had faded and dulled with time. She spoke of the contradiction of intuition when it was clouded by emotion, and any soul should have seen such an example before. In mourning, they could fall for tricks. In rage, they were susceptible to rash decisions.
He was intrigued when she mentioned the burial grounds. Was that why he had been drawn here in the first place? Eyes of molten fire swirled in delight as he gazed out against the grassy mounds. Another long lost being, extinct yet not fully gone below their very feet.
To answer her question, Setekh felt pleased at the thought of death kneeling at his toes. He briefly chose to cast a glance to the others, brow quirking as he set sights on the youngest of them. The girl with golden markings, who was hiding a smile below an unsettled mask. What have we here? Another interesting character to be had in these lands. He could hardly contain himself. Where the thought of death pleased him, the sight of this youngling brought delight.