A Chance to Stand in Your Light

Bastien That old celestial circus With teeth and fingernails I'll carve a place, you'll see. At first Bastien began to worry he had finally gone crazy, that he had bothered too many Gods and they had decided to scramble his brains, make him feel compelled to run into random caves for no reason. But thankfully, finally, he caught sight of something shining in the stone, something smooth and round and clearly not from this place. He approached it nervously, almost as if expecting some kind of reprimand for getting close, until he finally reached it and suddenly picked it up in both hands, lifting it up and turning it this way and that. Was it....scrap metal? No, it couldn't be. Not when his heart yearned so strongly for him to come and get it. He traced a finger all around the edge. "Lady Voice..?" He asked out into the cave, wondering if she were watching him find this item. It seemed clearly to do with her, far more sophisticated than anything Safrin would make.