“I am confident you’ll find a way to loosen his lips.” The Voice says with a knowing nod. Whether through violence, threats, kindness, or mutual self-interest, the deity knew Wessex would find a path through.
“Perhaps I am being enigmatic as a way to inspire fear, mmm?” This is said with a moment of pause if only to add to the uncertainty of whether or not she’ll answer. In the end however, the Voice merely shakes her head, her lips widening into a smile that is unable to crinkle her alabaster skin.
“Lleisi...” She whispers, the name ringing off of her tongue with a musical sort of lilt that does not belong within the Grounds. As she names herself thus, the blue vein-lights within the shrine flicker to life, electricity sparking brightly through the organic circuit board that powers this place.
“Perhaps I am being enigmatic as a way to inspire fear, mmm?” This is said with a moment of pause if only to add to the uncertainty of whether or not she’ll answer. In the end however, the Voice merely shakes her head, her lips widening into a smile that is unable to crinkle her alabaster skin.
“Lleisi...” She whispers, the name ringing off of her tongue with a musical sort of lilt that does not belong within the Grounds. As she names herself thus, the blue vein-lights within the shrine flicker to life, electricity sparking brightly through the organic circuit board that powers this place.
