the VOICE
"Perhaps," the Voice murmured of the mountains and the dragons. "Though why move so far? If we could bring the Longnight here for always, the Ascended would never have to fear the sun again." She shrugged, equally interested and happy to leave the idea where it was. "Oh, those feeble storms?" she repeated, obviously meaning the barrier that Wessex spoke of. "Let them rage - we do not need them. There are other ways to travel the world."
Wessex's idea in the meantime is a good one, though, and the smile that remains on the goddess's face is implication enough of her approval. "The monsters are beyond sense now," she said. "They use what they can, corporeal or otherwise. But certainly, if you would like to create a sanctuary for those who would embrace the bright ways of the Ascended, I would lend you my aid."
Wessex's idea in the meantime is a good one, though, and the smile that remains on the goddess's face is implication enough of her approval. "The monsters are beyond sense now," she said. "They use what they can, corporeal or otherwise. But certainly, if you would like to create a sanctuary for those who would embrace the bright ways of the Ascended, I would lend you my aid."
