the VOICE
"My bright star." Her words were soft and warm, suffused with pride and love. Before Bastien the Voice appeared, prisms of light catching against her hovering form, casting rainbows upon the Temple floor.
Bastien would feel, thrumming throughout his system, a great sense of calm, of being wanted, of belonging, and she drifted down before him to cup his cheeks in her small hands.
"How busy we have both been, indeed," she said. "Speak and I will listen, Bastien."
Bastien would feel, thrumming throughout his system, a great sense of calm, of being wanted, of belonging, and she drifted down before him to cup his cheeks in her small hands.
"How busy we have both been, indeed," she said. "Speak and I will listen, Bastien."
