"Hello, bright one."
It is the Voice who answers, and though the sound emanates from the strange mass of cable and metal within the tree trunk, Nate will feel her all around. Like arms encircling him, embracing him and cradling him close. The sensation strokes at his hair, runs gently across scars both old and new like, almost reaching within him to soothe the rest of the pain there.
But of course, he sees nothing. Not at first.
"Much hard work was destroyed with the Torchline shrine," the Voice laments. "I would of course endorse you fixing it, my bright one. We cannot have you left abandoned in the place you have chosen as your home."
As for what he has come to tell her? The tree seems to pulse expectantly. Perhaps the Voice already knows. Perhaps she is just waiting to hear it in his own words.
"Speak, then."
It is the Voice who answers, and though the sound emanates from the strange mass of cable and metal within the tree trunk, Nate will feel her all around. Like arms encircling him, embracing him and cradling him close. The sensation strokes at his hair, runs gently across scars both old and new like, almost reaching within him to soothe the rest of the pain there.
But of course, he sees nothing. Not at first.
"Much hard work was destroyed with the Torchline shrine," the Voice laments. "I would of course endorse you fixing it, my bright one. We cannot have you left abandoned in the place you have chosen as your home."
As for what he has come to tell her? The tree seems to pulse expectantly. Perhaps the Voice already knows. Perhaps she is just waiting to hear it in his own words.
"Speak, then."
the VOICE
