Seeking the Light [Open!]

the VOICE In reality's shadow the blind see best She could sense their weakness of their tether to her, could sense the need made raw by the years. Bowing her head and giving a beatific smile, she held out her arms for her children so that they might replenish themselves. "Take what you will, my bright ones. The well is endless; drink deep." With the pierce of any fangs upon her light made flesh, the Ascended would feel not only the bliss of her presence, of her nourishment, but the information they were surely and sorely lacking. The decades were unkind, and there was much to be done. She would have her most devoted at their full strength for what lay ahead.