Vox’s response was that of mixed apology and wonder, bringing a sweet smile to Noe’s face. ”Oh, it’s no problem,” she said, her voice warm and forgiving. ”It’s a common mistake.” Not that there was anything common about Vox. Indeed, he was perhaps the strangest eldritch being the young woman had ever come across - and, of course, the only such being she’d had the good fortune to meet.
The revelations of Vox’s name brought a look of keen interest to Noe’s face, and she listened with rapt attention to his explanation. The first part was fascinating; the second, less so. Who cared about an old Caidoian dialect when one could be named by the very cosmos? ”That’s so interesting!” she exclaimed, sighing appreciatively. ”And makes perfect sense. It’s a wonderful name.”
The reached the island, and Noe graciously accepted Vox’s offered tentacle? hand? thing? to disembark. She was quite glad to be out of the rowboat, if she was being honest, for though she’d never felt that she’d been in danger, exactly, it still hadn’t been the most pleasant of voyages. And now that they were here, she was eager to explore.
Everything was a beautiful shade of violet, somehow a deeper and more complex shade than she’d ever seen before. From the rocky shores to the stormy seas, purple permeated the very essence of the island in a way that was far more intoxicating than it was terrifying - at least, to a Friend of the Family. Honestly, Noe wasn’t sure what everyone was so worked up over. She couldn’t wait to look around. ”What’s your favorite part of the island?” she asked Vox, her eyes never leaving her surroundings.
The revelations of Vox’s name brought a look of keen interest to Noe’s face, and she listened with rapt attention to his explanation. The first part was fascinating; the second, less so. Who cared about an old Caidoian dialect when one could be named by the very cosmos? ”That’s so interesting!” she exclaimed, sighing appreciatively. ”And makes perfect sense. It’s a wonderful name.”
The reached the island, and Noe graciously accepted Vox’s offered tentacle? hand? thing? to disembark. She was quite glad to be out of the rowboat, if she was being honest, for though she’d never felt that she’d been in danger, exactly, it still hadn’t been the most pleasant of voyages. And now that they were here, she was eager to explore.
Everything was a beautiful shade of violet, somehow a deeper and more complex shade than she’d ever seen before. From the rocky shores to the stormy seas, purple permeated the very essence of the island in a way that was far more intoxicating than it was terrifying - at least, to a Friend of the Family. Honestly, Noe wasn’t sure what everyone was so worked up over. She couldn’t wait to look around. ”What’s your favorite part of the island?” she asked Vox, her eyes never leaving her surroundings.
Noe
