the VOICE
"I know as well as you do that in three centuries there has never been an Ascended ruling these Hollowed Grounds. Never has there been a representative like you, able to do so much for so many." The Voice's tone is still quiet, calm, but there is something stirring in her eyes at Wessex's blatant negativity in the face of all that is to come. Something that plants a seed of doubt in the goddess; perhaps this bright one is not up to the task.
A slow smile creeps across her face as, once more - over and over, they come, they ask, they pander and assume. She sighs. "Accidents and side effects happen," she says. "Three hundred years trapped away, trying to get ones feelers out into the world again... what's a little blight between friends?"
The Voice shrugs her shoulders. "As I said. You have nothing to fear from it. Your brothers and sisters have nothing to fear. And they wouldn't either, if they joined our ranks."
A slow smile creeps across her face as, once more - over and over, they come, they ask, they pander and assume. She sighs. "Accidents and side effects happen," she says. "Three hundred years trapped away, trying to get ones feelers out into the world again... what's a little blight between friends?"
The Voice shrugs her shoulders. "As I said. You have nothing to fear from it. Your brothers and sisters have nothing to fear. And they wouldn't either, if they joined our ranks."
