I am not greeted by the warm voice I expect, but the warm breeze is more than enough to help me finish my exaltations. I gasp softly, tipping my head back into the caress of the wind as I come, and sink down to my knees in the clearing. Before my breath comes back fully, I raise my fingers to my lips, licking them clean, and smile. As energy returns, I pull myself back to my feet, and tip my head in soft thanks towards the statue.
Done
Tarasha
the adnascentia of my soul will crack the earth