Lumikki pulled at Tamas, and with his massive hulking form, he humored her as he kindly usually does and followed. Lumi could just never understand the rumors about him being blunt, rude, incorrigible, and incompliant. He always seemed down to join her and her fancies. She appreciated it, and so she would show him one of her treasures.
She pulled him deep into the library and into a section just off to the side. She found this area fairly soon after joining and she's half lived in it since. The massive windows that were just before the shelves would perfectly catch the mid day light. Spilling it over the shelves in a golden and magical hue. The dust in the sky would make the aisle sparkle. Showing of her treasures majestic value within the setting itself. The shelves were lined to the brim with older books, nearly in perfect condition especially since not may people found themselves opening their pages. Lumi had already, within the few months of living here, cracked more than half of the books open. Marveling at the stories within and burning them into her boundless memory. She would rehearse them at times in her mind in idle moments, imagining the images come to life and how she would do them justice with the frost of her own. The stories of heroes and monsters was what she lived for. And it was in these shelves what she thought she could aid her dear friend.
"Think yer approach of books was too literal mate. They can only give the example of one kinda leader, and whose to say you'll even like it. Charisma is one of the common traits they list in book akin, and ya aren't the one to enjoy charming."
She let go of his hand and scanned over the shelves. Looking for the book she had in mind. She let her wings slip out for a moment to get one from the highest shelf, an old tomb with a near black binding. A skull crest sat on the top, blacks decorated the trim. It would of been covered in webs and dust, but Lumi already wiped it clean lovingly ages ago. She cracked the book open and flipped through the pages. Satisfied when she finally settle on the one she thought most helpful and lowering herself back to the floor. She kept her wings adorned on her but shrunken them to a more bearable size, just around a proper raven's wing, and walked over to Tamas with the book opened to the page she found.
"Atreus of Star tipped mountains. He was a warrior to spite all the gods for their short comings. He believed solely in the powers of man. Their resolve to survive, overcome, and grow. He wasn't a charismatic man, never had to be. But his words moved his brothers to always be more, as he reminded them of the power yere human kind wields. Especially in moments they would forget and near crumble. He wasn't the leader for everyone, he didn't baby any beneath him, nor did he treat any of his kin above another. He was a man of work and grit, for that was where he believed their power resided. Any less nd he would only be invitin weakness and complacency. In his life, he was able to fell a God of war with his unbending resolve. Wasn't a man of power himself beyond will and sheer determination. Though the power of the God washed over him, making him more than he was. Not like he care, he always felt his strength, but he used his new gifts all the same to claim a home for his kin. Carving it with his own palms before laying to rest. The stories of him scarce, made near forgotten, yet here we are with a tomb full of his life's work. I just feel there's magic here, nd something more helpful to ye than that meandering read aye."
She looked over to him but his helm hid the man's face. Robbing her of the satisfaction of the culmination of her eegar work and story showing on his face. She would hope at the least she had brought a smile to his face. At least that was what she hoped for dearly. Though she hovered in the air to be closer to his face as she waited for his answer.