the VOICE
Great things? She can do a thing or two about that.
There is no shrine nearby, save for the one in the woodlands, but the presence of her children gathered together is enough for the bright goddess to make her appearance. Indeed, all in attendance deemed bright would feel the static upon their skin like warmth - a warmth, indeed, that Ascended would otherwise find impossible to experience.
And all at once the Voice is there, present in prisms of light that scatter and change as she moves. She drifts down to where Bastien is standing, her smile dazzling, her hair a halo of white gold about her head, her clothes floating as if she is suspended in water. "You have brought the Hollowed Grounds out in force," she whispers to him, giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze.
"I am proud of you, my bright spark. What a joyous occasion."
There is no shrine nearby, save for the one in the woodlands, but the presence of her children gathered together is enough for the bright goddess to make her appearance. Indeed, all in attendance deemed bright would feel the static upon their skin like warmth - a warmth, indeed, that Ascended would otherwise find impossible to experience.
And all at once the Voice is there, present in prisms of light that scatter and change as she moves. She drifts down to where Bastien is standing, her smile dazzling, her hair a halo of white gold about her head, her clothes floating as if she is suspended in water. "You have brought the Hollowed Grounds out in force," she whispers to him, giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze.
"I am proud of you, my bright spark. What a joyous occasion."
