the stories i could tell
"You have brought me that which I can use to cure everyone of this dreadful disease." Electric light flares within the shrine, haloing the Voice who sits like a queen atop a marble pillar. Her dark eyes are sharp and crackle with blue light, and though her expression is cold and distant, there is a smile upon her lips. "I would have thought you would be a bit more pleased about it."
Taking no chances, a snarl of electricity snakes out to grab at the metal, drawing it close. What the Voice sees in it, what it might be used for, she gives absolutely no indication of. Turning her eyes upward toward the Launceleyn, shifting and unhappy as he seems to be, she cocks her head slightly to the side.
Taking no chances, a snarl of electricity snakes out to grab at the metal, drawing it close. What the Voice sees in it, what it might be used for, she gives absolutely no indication of. Turning her eyes upward toward the Launceleyn, shifting and unhappy as he seems to be, she cocks her head slightly to the side.
