Down and out, and out of luck, we're spinning but the needle's stuck
Relief battled disappointment when nothing happened, and turned into something more like unease when the tiny voice spoke up. Maea looked around to see if she could spot the owner of it, when another joined in.
Oh, lovely. Spirits.
"I am sorry, I did not know that," she replied. Glancing back at Amun, she raised an querying eyebrow at him; had he known this?
"Could you perhaps be so kind as to tell me, which shrine The Voice would prefer instead?" She did her best to be impeccably polite, and returned her attention towards... well, the shrine, probably. Or the air around it. The voices, for sure.
Oh, lovely. Spirits.
"I am sorry, I did not know that," she replied. Glancing back at Amun, she raised an querying eyebrow at him; had he known this?
"Could you perhaps be so kind as to tell me, which shrine The Voice would prefer instead?" She did her best to be impeccably polite, and returned her attention towards... well, the shrine, probably. Or the air around it. The voices, for sure.
Maea
