i'll be your hope, i'll be your love, be everything that you need.
One of the books near the shrine opens with a sentient snarl to the pages. Falling from the shelf, it suddenly sprouts thousands of tiny legs that begin to ferret it toward Isla, only to be stunned by a blast of electricity. Appearing in a while, the Voice narrows her eyes at the book with enough intensity that it scuttles back into the darkness.
"Finicky things, books." She notes, sounding dryly amused. Sitting up suddenly straighter as if a metal rod has been inserted into her spine, The Voice smiles fondly down at Isla. "Isla Lockwood. How long it has been. What can I do for you?"
"Finicky things, books." She notes, sounding dryly amused. Sitting up suddenly straighter as if a metal rod has been inserted into her spine, The Voice smiles fondly down at Isla. "Isla Lockwood. How long it has been. What can I do for you?"
