(se) eastbound

Anden

The Sun and the Moon
In an endless game of hide and seek

What was the Voice like? Anden wish he knew. When he'd seen the Voice it was usually for silent feedings. Unwilling to speak to his own goddess. Anden had moved past his hatred for The Voice. The hate replaced with an emotion he wasn't able to put words on. A mix of resentment, pity, but mostly curiosity. The Voice did so much for the Ascended, whether it was asked for, or not. "I probably know less than you." He admitted to his roommate.

"I know most of the other ascended respect her, for all she's done though." He'd yet to meet another ascended who saw The Voice quite like he did. "But I don't know. She did take me - take us from our homes. She gave me gifts - that I once saw as curses." Anden rubbed his back, the spikes laid dormant beneath his shirt. "So that I could be stronger, so that I could survive... But  I never asked for them. It's like she knows more than she tells us, that she's protecting us against the future itself." It was the not knowing that bothered him the most.

Anden mashed a handful of the darker berries in a smaller bowl, adding some water to the mixture. He began to randomly dip his doll into the paint. "Safrin does sound fantastic. I am sure her beauty exceeds words."  A goddess of the stars. That was someone he longed to speak too, instead he had The Voice.

"So many different deities. So many different points of view. It's amazing."

The Sun and the Moon
In an endless game of hide and seek