the Voice
The Voice regarded Maea for a moment before shrugging. "I didn't think you would, as I said. You are just one heartbeat in the big scheme of things, I wouldn't worry yourself about it too much. You'll likely never understand." Waltzing around to stand eye-to-eye with the young abandoned, the Voice smiled a sort of melancholy smile. "Remember this moment, if ever you think you do understand things. When you think you have it all figured out, remember this moment and know that you don't."
It was meant as gentle advice, but advice could be a warning too. A threat.
Gently the Voice shrugged again though. That Maea didn't understand wasn't her problem, not her concern. Mortal minds were so small after all, and as she'd already told Maea, there was nothing she could do to brighten it.
And so she vanished.
It was meant as gentle advice, but advice could be a warning too. A threat.
Gently the Voice shrugged again though. That Maea didn't understand wasn't her problem, not her concern. Mortal minds were so small after all, and as she'd already told Maea, there was nothing she could do to brighten it.
And so she vanished.
