the VOICE
A rarity, for the Voice - Bastien's remark caused a giggle to escape her, the deity sparking with static energy. Indeed, he would feel once more that warmth flood through him; she approved, it was clear. "My oracle, then. My priest." She nodded. "Go forth, Bastien. I trust your guild and your skills will do much to improve the Ascended image. Perhaps you will even find new brothers and sisters in the making, if we are lucky." Chance would be a fine thing.