the VOICE
There was a distinct sharpness to the smile that she turned on Bastien at the mention of the new Queen of the Hollowed Grounds, though it was clear that no ill will was intended towards her Ascended. "A child playing at power," she soothed him. "My advice to you is to ignore it, bright one. Ignore it if you can, and rise above it if you cannot." She tsked, as though Zariah were a minor annoyance.
"Let the Old Gods concern themselves with the Abandoned upstart. The more their attention is on her, the less they will turn their scrutiny upon us, no? The girl is arrogant, and her bark is worse than her bite." And she did not seem to be worthy of the Voice's attention. That much seemed clear.
As for the second matter... Static eyes widened a fraction, interest and intrigue sparking through them. "Bastien, we are Ascended," she said softly. "We make ways where there were none before. Should she truly wish to become bright, I am sure there is something we may be able to do. And she does seem to prefer to align herself with our kind. She and Lucas appear to be on good terms."
"Let the Old Gods concern themselves with the Abandoned upstart. The more their attention is on her, the less they will turn their scrutiny upon us, no? The girl is arrogant, and her bark is worse than her bite." And she did not seem to be worthy of the Voice's attention. That much seemed clear.
As for the second matter... Static eyes widened a fraction, interest and intrigue sparking through them. "Bastien, we are Ascended," she said softly. "We make ways where there were none before. Should she truly wish to become bright, I am sure there is something we may be able to do. And she does seem to prefer to align herself with our kind. She and Lucas appear to be on good terms."
