the rocks work as hard as the stars, to be what they are
The caves, frostbitten and hardened with rock as they are, are filled suddenly with electricity. It hums through the air, through the bones of her children making their circuits whisper in harmony. She is there suddenly, her glowing-essence rising out of the shrine created for her by the hands of those she had created.
She could not be more proud of them.
"My brightest." Looking around at them each inturn, her smile enigmatic and electric, she looked to Wessex last. "I am proud of how you have brought our family together. How well you have all worked together..." Reaching out her hands, she looked to each of them indicating that they should do the same. However as she glanced towards Amun, she frowned suddenly, brows knit together. "Was that when the temple collapsed?" She asked softly, in an almost hurt-voice. "You see what they are like? Those who are not bright? Those who place their faith and value in mere stones." Sighing, the Voice extended a hand. As she did so, electricity flourished forwards, coating Amun's ruined and crushed hand. Instantly the bones reformed, the skin extending over them as the metal prosthetic was dropped to the ground. "Who ever heard of a one-handed potter, mmm?" She chuckled lovingly, before raising her hands once more.
"Hands together."
The Voice has healed Amun's hand!
Everyone take someone's hand and form a circle!
She could not be more proud of them.
"My brightest." Looking around at them each inturn, her smile enigmatic and electric, she looked to Wessex last. "I am proud of how you have brought our family together. How well you have all worked together..." Reaching out her hands, she looked to each of them indicating that they should do the same. However as she glanced towards Amun, she frowned suddenly, brows knit together. "Was that when the temple collapsed?" She asked softly, in an almost hurt-voice. "You see what they are like? Those who are not bright? Those who place their faith and value in mere stones." Sighing, the Voice extended a hand. As she did so, electricity flourished forwards, coating Amun's ruined and crushed hand. Instantly the bones reformed, the skin extending over them as the metal prosthetic was dropped to the ground. "Who ever heard of a one-handed potter, mmm?" She chuckled lovingly, before raising her hands once more.
"Hands together."
The Voice has healed Amun's hand!
Everyone take someone's hand and form a circle!
