the Voice
Meeting in the middle sounds like a negotiation, like Nate's future within the Ascended has not been carefully mapped and planned and catered for already. But the Voice smiles, benign and innocent, as if the choice is his to make.
"I do not see why not," she intones softly, gazing up at the cave around them and swinging a leg to gently kick her heel against the boulder. "Let us go outside, bright one. Let us see the stars which smile down upon us, prideful as Safrin may be."
There is a flash, like a lightning strike, and suddenly Nate will find softer sands beneath his feet, the hush of the waves nearby, and the whole cosmos blanketed out above them. "What do you know about creatures that roam the skies, Nate?"
"I do not see why not," she intones softly, gazing up at the cave around them and swinging a leg to gently kick her heel against the boulder. "Let us go outside, bright one. Let us see the stars which smile down upon us, prideful as Safrin may be."
There is a flash, like a lightning strike, and suddenly Nate will find softer sands beneath his feet, the hush of the waves nearby, and the whole cosmos blanketed out above them. "What do you know about creatures that roam the skies, Nate?"
