You Believe On What You See

Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?

Sam stared at The Voice as she spoke as if her words were the wondrous things he'd ever heard. There was something about the way she said them, who she was, the smile on her face. They felt true, and for just a moment he felt proud of himself.

"Thank you. Um..I'll come back once I've explored a little, then." He promised with a little nod of his head, then glanced aside at Ronin as The Voice disappeared. He had always liked the man, found him to be friendly and strong with a good sense of humour and a handsome face...but he had grown closer to The Voice lately, and decided to trust her on this one.

"Is there anything you'd like to do?" He asked Ronin, though his tone was clipped now.

Samuel

Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?

Cold comfort for change?