And here we go, "Hello, floor. Have you met my knees?"
Thankfully, they willingly came with him and they avoided a scene; Sam, for all his talk of peace and hope, knew that a lot of things when it came to the Ascended living peacefully among others were hanging on a thin thread. He wanted to scold Ophelia once he'd gotten them safely to the edge of the road, but glancing at their mouth, seeing a lack of fangs...he realised they had to be very new to talking to the Voice.
(Or some kind of very good Order spy...but he tried to tell himself that was silly).
"A gift...?" He repeated, tilting his head to the side. "The Voice doesn't usually have much use for gifts. If you want an audience with her, I can just take you...I promise you she would be happy enough to just see a non-Ascended willing to speak with her." Sam had never taken offerings for the Voice and had gotten the impression she found them little more than clutter. "Why is it you want to see her?"
(Or some kind of very good Order spy...but he tried to tell himself that was silly).
"A gift...?" He repeated, tilting his head to the side. "The Voice doesn't usually have much use for gifts. If you want an audience with her, I can just take you...I promise you she would be happy enough to just see a non-Ascended willing to speak with her." Sam had never taken offerings for the Voice and had gotten the impression she found them little more than clutter. "Why is it you want to see her?"
SAMUEL
