Isla couldn't really say anything in response to that, so she gave the goddess before her a truly appreciative smile, nodding at her comments. Her lips parted in a quiet expression of awe as she watched the Voice reach up to ignite the tree with so much life and knowledge, and she closed her eyes willingly as she was directed. Focus and feel.
As though tiny threads connected her to the Voice and to the places where she might be found, Isla saw the Hollowed Ground as she had never seen it before, drawn here and there to the various shrines that were there - that had always been there - just dormant.
"I see," she said, half whispering the words, her body thrumming and pulling her in all those most wonderful of directions. "Some are yet hidden... I will visit them, and make sure they are in a good condition."
As though tiny threads connected her to the Voice and to the places where she might be found, Isla saw the Hollowed Ground as she had never seen it before, drawn here and there to the various shrines that were there - that had always been there - just dormant.
"I see," she said, half whispering the words, her body thrumming and pulling her in all those most wonderful of directions. "Some are yet hidden... I will visit them, and make sure they are in a good condition."
